everyonehasastory
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Time keeps slipping.
Like the sun slipping over the sky
Years will pass, people grow older
As life begins and ends…
Time keeps slipping.
The silence is a cold slap in the face,
staining my cheeks with a red I can’t feel.
The looks are icicles falling into the space where I hid my heart.
The sneers are tiny flames dancing on my fingertips,
People are like books, which we love to read.
Words are actions, and illustrations are deeds.
Each person is a chapter, in our book.
She's not the first girl you see when you walk into a roomHer beauty is hidden beneath her painIn her eyes , there is a storyBut when she smiles, you forget it's there..
I’d like to say I grew up in the “happy medium:”
Between marches, riots, and fights in the pursuit of Civil Rights,
And the fall of those two towers when the plane went right through them
