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House On Fire
Screaming their names
as loud as he can
trying to avoid the flames
the house is on fire,
he's hanging by a wire
but no one seems to know.
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the Gods are going insane
throwing pointless blames
can't see the victim of their games
they are killing a desire
the house is on fire
everything is going low
,
his house burns every night
and sometimes in daylight
he's too small to stop the fights
though he knows who's the liar
but the house is on fire
he's had enough of this show
,
hid everything behind the smile
and walked again that aisle
took the phone and dialed
the phone of the one he admire
but all he saw was fire
he has got no place to go
,
he wears his masks and carry on....
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**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
The masks we wear
A stunning lonesome write. I've written something similiar to this before. How true the masks that are woven within our skin. Though we smile, we struggle. I like your style.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
hey! Thanks a lot for reading
hey! Thanks a lot for reading and commenting! :)
Poet On Fire
This was an incredible voyage, glad for the invite. Your fire is real fire and set me on. Nice writing this - Just Bein' Stella
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Thanks a lot Stella :)
Thanks a lot Stella :)