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11/17/18
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It's hopeless
To think of quick happy endings
And majestic white horses
To think of glowing pumpkins
Turned into royal carriages
To sweep you
Off your feet
With Success and Fortune
As your best friends.
It's ridiculous
To think that you can live
With a happily ever after as your certificate.
Easy ways won't open up to you
Because even though
No tears will be shed
Even though the birds sing sweet
Even though snakes hide well,
One wrong move and you're dead.
But if you choose the highway
You have to walk
Barefoot on roads of thorns
Naked in pools of lava
Dance past razor tongues
And acid glares and devils in Prada.
To get where you want to go
The final destination
Is not a bed of roses
But I guess you'll do
Whatever it takes
With whatever you have
And human nature wins its races.
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Neon
Acak(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
