~•THE VERSES FROM HEART•~

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I don't know where to start,
To go on which way to sort,
Whatever I wanna say,
On my life at this bay.

Still, I do crave for chocolates,
Jujips and lollies or a berry toffee,
I love to watch cartoon,
And laugh, but you'll call me buffoon.

I fascinate my curls blown on zephyr,
And all my heart lite not tougher,
You don't plead for this,
And often mock down my wish.

I continue to put my foot,
On a trendy boot,
I get carried by the music,
And get moves on my physic,
I chit chat around and around,
Forgetting where I should bound.

I walk my life unplanned,
Letting all my style withstand!
Even then you cross my side,
And shout grow up and abide.

If you see my height and shout,
Now tell me what my heart scout?
If you could see the elongated me,
Why not my depth?

Oh yes, I'm not the same adult yet to be,
But the same kid who is happiness rich.

I want my mask of sand,
In the widespread beach land,
The lovely breeze,
And a friendly squeeze,
From my beloved, are the more to preach.

Simple smile and trekker ride,
Witty games are no shame,
Than sitting stunned in the sake of fame,
To get a rotten belly driven by my side.
You say you have grown,
And seeing me you develop a lachrymose frown.

Hey! Hello, Mr.Brown,
Know this now,
I'm a cloud so, I'll get higher on my own.

♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋

Hello everyone,
This work is to the ones who face the anger of overgrown adults. Being a kid is a part of adulthood, never forget that. Growth is good when it is really meant to happen. Yet acting matured is different from being matured. Hope it pacifies reality.

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With love,
Yaris 🔆

With love,Yaris 🔆

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