I've met a young boy in the valley of ghost
Caught in the vines wrap with his hopes
No sign of defeat he ever barely shows
A masquerade ball of masks and robes
Glows from his eyes made of pure solid gold
Dripping of tears he poured out his soul
Years have gone passed
Admiring him from my room
Where there once stood a young boy
Now just vines filled with reckless *****
As I shut my door closed
There he was standing root
No longer there's vines
No longer wrapping his foot
I tried to reach as he reached out too
Only to be separated by a barrier glued
We sat and we look admiring both views
His mimicking skills copying my every move
Agitating me making me feel like a fool
I search for an object
An object that I could threw
To break this barrier and call for a truce
I found a bottle perfectly on cue
Mustering all strength before I finally threw
Breaking the barrier shattering beneath my foot
No boy I could see just my old empty room
I smiled of satisfaction
As I look down at my foot
And there he was in cracks of pools
Smiling back up
He smiled at me too
@2014 Maman Screams
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
I've met a young boy in the valley of ghost
Caught in the vines wrap with his hopes
No sign of defeat he ever barely shows
A masquerade ball of masks and robes
Glows from his eyes made of pure solid gold
Dripping of tears he poured out his soul
Years have gone passed
Admiring him from my room
Where there once stood a young boy
Now just vines filled with reckless *****
As I shut my door closed
There he was standing root
No longer there's vines
No longer wrapping his foot
I tried to reach as he reached out too
Only to be separated by a barrier glued
We sat and we look admiring both views
His mimicking skills copying my every move
Agitating me making me feel like a fool
I search for an object
An object that I could threw
To break this barrier and call for a truce
I found a bottle perfectly on cue
Mustering all strength before I finally threw
Breaking the barrier shattering beneath my foot
No boy I could see just my old empty room
I smiled of satisfaction
As I look down at my foot
And there he was in cracks of pools
Smiling back up
He smiled at me too
@2014 Maman Screams
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