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Will You Love Me The Same?

If I told you I am older Will you love me the same way If I told you I am a cold person Will you love me the same way If I told you all that I haven't told anyone yet Will you love me the same way If I told you I get depressed pretty often Will you hold me the same way If I told you I cannot impress anyone everyday Will you spend time with me the same way If I told you I can be pretty challenging  If I told you I am aging and there are wrinkles under my skin that I hide with makeup If I told you I am not adjusting and don't talk to anyone if I don't have to If I told you I don't dress up on days and eat cereals from the box in a messy way Will you be with me the same way Are you still listening or you have run away If I told you I don't forget easy And can stalk you for days making you feel uneasy If I told you I can be dangerously hunting insects And can jump in muddy water for hours If I told you I am not afraid of blood And I can fight until I hear the sound go t

It's A Ghost Town

A torn newspaper flying through..
The empty streets..
Anxious eyes spying through ..
The windows of their royal seats.
Shining as a naked sword once without a crown..
As the road spreads into a lost crowd..
Turned to be a Ghost Town.


What message does it send ..
Maybe an end to a hideous pretend ...
People ain't immortal..
Death in it's abundance swirl..
Will this ever bother to lie down..
As everyone hates talking...
About the Ghost Town.


What lies beyond death is unknown...
Thats told to people in a heavy tone...
Screaming into the microphone while standing alone.

Soon dusk will brisk away...
Not changing stone...
Kids have abandoned the playgrounds ..
Where sounds used to get drowned ...
A couple holds hands as they stray across...
Skinned out souls loose logical bones. 
In the corner stares a sarcastic clown..
Perhaps this is the beginning of a never ending Ghost Town..

Piles of leaves unravelled..
Someone's old clothes lying next to the trash can..
Shades of color says that spring is here..
But there's a shadow with drops of tear..
In the hideaway..
It's getting dark I shouldn't be near..
So what he is a friend so dear..
One cannot fight fear...
Running away faster....
Clearly out of this Ghost Town.





 

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