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Poem
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So tell me,
What you'll do when nobody's looking?
Would you,
Dance around the stones crazily,
Or shout at the mountains for echoing.
Would you be honest,
to the living statues?
About all the demons hided in you,
The ones that you never confessed,
'Cause a dramatic ass can never be true.
Would you blame yourself,
For all their misery
Or don't give a damn
And twerk with the statue of Liberty?
Tell, if the world froze for sometime,
Just for you,
Would the fantasy list in the diary
Become true?
The ones you knew
you'd never be able to do.
Would you take the leaps,
You didn't before?
Because than applauds
The laughs after falling were more.
Would you fly the paper planes
of the letters that you couldn't send before?
Would the shine of the dreams
that never died,
Be explored?
Would you confess your crush,
By telling the frozen sculptures?
You didn't did that before,
Because your heart was too ruptured.
Would you never again
Be guilty of any pleasure?
Would you enjoy the moment alone
Or wonder if it's forever?
Tell, if the world froze for sometime,
Just for you,
Would the fantasy list in the diary
Become true?
The one you knew
you'd never be able to do.
Would you take the leaps,
You didn't before?
Because than applauds
The laughs after falling were more.
Would you fly the paper planes
of the letters that you couldn't send before?
Would the shine of the dreams
that never died,
Be explored?
Strangers get formed,
Strangers get decayed.
But life moves on,
Unbothered, just as the same.
They don't give a damn,
But will give some life advices
(true shit)
You won't care
(but want to choke 'em with it)
But the world moves on,
Being respecting with a smile,
'cause you never know,
They might be useful in a time.
But tell me if the world paralysed.
Would you take the leaps,
You didn't before?
Because than applauds,
The laughs after falling were more.
You spent all your life,
Scared from when you'll die.
But tell me if the world,
Froze for sometime,
Would do commit the dreams
you never crimed?
Simulation ended
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