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Aléa Boodoo Jan 2019
I don't know who I am.
I don't know who’ll I’ll be.
I don't know you, even more.
It’s surprisingly scary what you mean to me.
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Aléa Boodoo Jan 2019
Is that your voice I hear?
...Or is it me deceiving myself again
The corners show me how to care
For those who rejoice at the thought of my end
But I don’t care.
And it is I, who will rejoice
I’ll abandon you, to love the exact fear that you send
But it’s my choice to iterate your voice
And run towards a dead end
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Aléa Boodoo Jan 2019
Brain Storm
Storm in Brain
The Brain's storm
Storms The Brain
In Brain the Storm
The Storm's Brain
Aléa Boodoo Jan 2019
Dreams help me escape from reality
But if all my dreams came true,
Will I be depressed or happy

I see you in the night,
When the only sound is silence,
and the only thought is you.

What if I'm not really here?
What if someplace else,
I'm with you?

I know nothing
You know something
We question everything

You can try to hurt me,
but maybe I like the way it hurts
Or maybe I just like you
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Aléa Boodoo Jan 2019
What’s it like to wish a day away, and find out it wasn’t worth it?
To give all your love to somebody, knowing deep down, that they don't deserve it?
Have you entered something through motivation that was only expedient?
Continued in a relationship, while knowing that love was the missing ingredient
Ignored all the warnings, and screaming signs, only to fall in love with thought, and potential
Put yourself in detrimental situations, and denied yourself of missing things, that you knew were essential
Been in a one-sided relationship. Loved someone at their best, and even at their worst
Produced the most pure love imaginable, but still they wouldn’t put you first
Gave everything, just to lose yourself a little bit
I know what it's like to wish a day away... and it wasn’t worth it
  Jan 2019 Aléa Boodoo
Eyla
most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.
Aléa Boodoo Jan 2019
Let’s play a game of pretend
Where I don’t have to acknowledge our end
When heartbreak was a distant stranger
When loving too fast was the only danger
When the walls were non-existent, and we ignored the suggested lines
I’ll go back to when I didn’t have to lie by calling you mine
Then I could hug you one more time, and I’ll get to say all the things that I wanted to say
Like I did, I’d always remind you of my undying love. I’d acknowledge your perfection every day
I wouldn’t mind getting the chance to fall in love with you again
For you, I’ll take every rule possible, and find a way to make it bend
I’d make you sing your favorite songs, again, and again for me. Just because I can
Every day I’d remind you that even if the world is against you, I’d still be your biggest fan
I’d be able to say your name, and keep my eyes dry because I’m pretending you're still my world
No one could ever compare. No competition, you’d always be my favorite girl
I’d take the chance to love, and know you all over again, while admitting you’re my blessing, and curse
I’d still love you more than what’s good for me. And I’ll pretend it’s better, not worse
I’d learn all your favorite fruits, and bagels again, and squeeze your hand a little tighter
I’d introduce you to the war of love, and especially to its two newest fighters
I’d make you retell your secrets. Watch you redraw all the flowers, and hearts you drew
I’d gladly go through all the first awkwardness of our love again, and my bad attempts to explain how much I love you
This game of pretend scares me into thinking of what I could’ve done better
Now all I can do is remember, and try to keep my eyes from getting wetter
I’d look deeper in your eyes. I’d look longer for one last time, but don't call me crazy
Maybe I’d redo all these things, and more, if I got the privilege to get you back. If, and maybe
But in the meantime, I’ll stay daydream of the days that I got to call you my baby
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