I was walking along the sidewalk,
Near the shop windows, head down, empty minded.
A little face caught my eye,
At first I thought he looked on only in curiosity
But after a second glance, realised he
Was, in fact, in misery.
I force a smile upon my face
Crouch down to his level, mouthed
"Are you alright?"
From the other side of the Barbers window
A shake of the head, long hair whipping his face
"Help" he mouthed back
Tears sprung to his eyes
"I barely know you" I mouth back
"How can I help?"
"Get me out of here", his lips form back.
And a tear finally spilt from his eyelid.
"I already trust you".
"You don't know me",
Why do you want to leave"?
He ***** back his finger and mimes shooting himself.
"They are going to **** me".
I sit back on my haunches, thinking: You're kidding me.
His eyes deny my doubts, defy them with honesty.
His tears fall genuine, not like those of a crocodile
His face is framed by innocent light
His body shadowed, out of sight.
"Life is tough, kid", I barely manage to say
"That's a lesson you gotta learn.
I mean, how can I help you
When I can barely help myself?"
"My emotions are like a storm
My attitude, my mood, like dual personalities
I care for my ex, and have a kaleidoscope of feelings
For two different girls: one of light, one of dark
I feel guilty all the time
For they aren't in my control
And I have to decide one over the other
And yet one already knows!"
"I wish I could help you kid,
Save you from your inevitable doom
But I myself am no miracle
So tell me:
How can I help you?"
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
I was walking along the sidewalk,
Near the shop windows, head down, empty minded.
A little face caught my eye,
At first I thought he looked on only in curiosity
But after a second glance, realised he
Was, in fact, in misery.
I force a smile upon my face
Crouch down to his level, mouthed
"Are you alright?"
From the other side of the Barbers window
A shake of the head, long hair whipping his face
"Help" he mouthed back
Tears sprung to his eyes
"I barely know you" I mouth back
"How can I help?"
"Get me out of here", his lips form back.
And a tear finally spilt from his eyelid.
"I already trust you".
"You don't know me",
Why do you want to leave"?
He ***** back his finger and mimes shooting himself.
"They are going to **** me".
I sit back on my haunches, thinking: You're kidding me.
His eyes deny my doubts, defy them with honesty.
His tears fall genuine, not like those of a crocodile
His face is framed by innocent light
His body shadowed, out of sight.
"Life is tough, kid", I barely manage to say
"That's a lesson you gotta learn.
I mean, how can I help you
When I can barely help myself?"
"My emotions are like a storm
My attitude, my mood, like dual personalities
I care for my ex, and have a kaleidoscope of feelings
For two different girls: one of light, one of dark
I feel guilty all the time
For they aren't in my control
And I have to decide one over the other
And yet one already knows!"
"I wish I could help you kid,
Save you from your inevitable doom
But I myself am no miracle
So tell me:
How can I help you?"
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