Her heart
is a ticking
time
bomb.
His thoughts
are a trigger
to a gun.
Every being,
every creature
and everything,
has been patiently waiting
to see which one
will blow up first.
Verses
of songs,
potential poems
and much more,
flow through minds
and souls
of storytellers.
Her pearly white teeth
stays hidden
behind her lips
for protection.
Scared
of the words,
imperfections
and rejections,
that society has imprinted
on her paper like skin.
And the boy,
with his troubled thoughts,
fear of the judging world,
he stays indoors
with his imagination full
of life.
However,
little do they both know
life itself
is more than just a game
and like the young and old
each one is affected,
and its character
is determined
by their very existence.
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Essence
PoetryThe air contained their souls. An unfolding story being told from time to time, with the help of the winds, the birds that flew against the breeze, the trees that shook off its leaves, and the other long lost storytellers; making them a never ending...
