When we were kids, the sky was so close to us. It was so close to touch and loved the smell when it rained, washing the dirt off the world.The faint clap of thunder striking in the dark grey clouds. And later the magical view where the suns rays fell on everything and they sparkled like golden glitters. ………………
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Do u feel like, your all alone..in a a dark hole?
Do you dream of the sun, like going down, never showing up?
We all feel hurt and loss, but they don’t let us
We all fight in in the rain, but scream louder…..louder then the thunders
Louder then the nature’s cry
Breaking into many parts….still flying high.
Do they feel. like we do under the rain and sun
They just see rain water, rolling down my cheeks
No, they don’t dream…they just think…
They just fight, fight with the sticks and stones
They can’t never cry nor scream… louder….louder then the thunders
Louder then the nature’s cry
They’re dead…broke into pieces..standing low…under our feet.
Just staring at his eyes, as he stares at his phone
Was trying to hold his hand like we used to do
Before they brought the out that plastic living thing, with luxurious services
That everyone carries nowadays….everywhere they go…whatever they do
We just get so much attraction in complaining about others lives
Whereas we our-self stare at a box, amazed by the little words and letters
Scrolling up and down, maybe side to side
Just signing up in various social medias,
Charging my phone, feeling down when theres no one
No cuddling, no smooching, no privacy
No conversations no nothing.
There’s no road to heaven
But there’s road to love
Love between two young teens
With late night phone calls and short love songs
Making no distance last long.
As time passes and they realises
On search for time and future
More jobs, more money
Less chit chat, less phone calls
Making every distance last long
ritachy 