Childish




I trip..
Take a loud sip.
Cover my face,
With colored strip.
Splash paint,
Act faint.
Melt Ice,
Sound wise.
Burp louder,
Staring harder.
Love cuddles,
Blowing bubbles.
Counting stairs,
Follow flair.
Smell rain,
Embrace pain.
Mock role-play,
Hand figures of clay.
Tackling mortal,
Ignoring morale.
Acting cordial,
Reveal chances.
By hidden glances,
A story commences.
With sheer past tenses,
Until a dream comes true.
By the power of virtue.
Skip to your only one,
Don’t be left out alone.
As life is a submissive clone,
Tends to grow deeper into an aggressive tone.

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