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I bolted out of the door like a ghost was after me My head had run short of remedies I just couldn’t stand the words that hard been spoken to me Though I didn’t get so angry, I went vigorous and as dangerous as acid I contained my temper, Iced my thoughts in seconds Slowly heated up like a boiling bot But my lovely face kept smiling Then I muted myself Cause if I said a word, it would be terror for them. Worse than that of the famous Napoleon’s and Hitler’s I knew if I rose up neither Samson nor David would have stopped me. You’re not a coward I said to my self What happens next, now is the moment… I dramatically stand up, with a roaring, thunderous voice And cried out with energy; “you think you can handle me….Ahhhh A man of my caliber shouldn’t be addressed by an antiquated voice of a lumpen. I say to you Watch your mouth carefully or else, hell will be too close for you to be”. For a moment I felt cracks of pity off my face. Unfortunately, this was only said to my heart No one heard the drama inside me, Cause by that time; I looked worse than fear its self The words running through my nutshell couldn’t Solve the situation, ‘should have said it off’ I kept this as my Wish.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
A Wish For That moment
I bolted out of the door like a ghost was after me My head had run short of remedies I just couldn’t stand the words that hard been spoken to me Though I didn’t get so angry, I went vigorous and as dangerous as acid I contained my temper, Iced my thoughts in seconds Slowly heated up like a boiling bot But my lovely face kept smiling Then I muted myself Cause if I said a word, it would be terror for them. Worse than that of the famous Napoleon’s and Hitler’s I knew if I rose up neither Samson nor David would have stopped me. You’re not a coward I said to my self What happens next, now is the moment… I dramatically stand up, with a roaring, thunderous voice And cried out with energy; “you think you can handle me….Ahhhh A man of my caliber shouldn’t be addressed by an antiquated voice of a lumpen. I say to you Watch your mouth carefully or else, hell will be too close for you to be”. For a moment I felt cracks of pity off my face. Unfortunately, this was only said to my heart No one heard the drama inside me, Cause by that time; I looked worse than fear its self The words running through my nutshell couldn’t Solve the situation, ‘should have said it off’ I kept this as my Wish.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
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