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There is a Child in All of Us

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When ignored, the inner child does not vanish—it fades quietly.

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There is a child in all of us,

waiting to get out and scream

No real worries and without any care,

pushing all limits and trying to dream

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There is a child in all of us,

attempting to solve the puzzle called life

No actual problems and without any caution,

carelessly running on the edge of a knife

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There is a child in all of us,

needing to be loved and love in return

No apprehensions and no hesitations,

scalding his innocence at life’s each turn

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There is a child in all of us,

wanting to dive into the whirlpool of fun

No lack of excitement and too much energy,

jumping ahead of all and having a good run

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There is a child in all of us,

a stranger to the demons of silence and guilt

Breaking all barriers and the walls we build,

no concerns for the milk wasted when spilt

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There is a child in all of us,

crying to be heard and followed unwisely

Harbouring sensitivity and deserving empathy,

dying when ignored and forgotten quietly

The Song of Solace

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A poem for the wounded child inside every grown heart.

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

you have so many enemies and friends, none

Tell me how the world trampled your dreams,

and tell me how the time stifled your screams

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

you have lost so much time; nothing has been done

Tell me how the words broke your heart,

and tell me how the taunts acted like a poisoned dart

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

shed away your worries, nowhere to run

Tell me all and tell me some more,

show me your soul, all blood and gore

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

fear no more; there is no case to be won

Cry some and then cry some more,

bare it all, your feelings all tender and sour

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Fear not, little one, I will reweave your dreams,

and mend your broken heart

Fear not, little one, I will kiss away your screams,

and bless you with a fresh start

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Fear not, little one, I will soothe away your pain,

and wipe all your frustration

Fear not, little one, I will bring the fresh rain,

and wash away all agitation

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one

Come lay your head in my lap, little one

The Life and Times of a Box of Chocolates (Previously, Love & Chocolates)

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The rise and fall of desire, told through a box of chocolates.

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There is nothing more enchanting,

than a full box of chocolates

There is nothing more satisfying,

and there is nothing more ecstatic

There is nothing more elating,

and there is nothing more fantastic

There is no bigger blessing,

than a full box of chocolates

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When the box is full,

it is a box filled with dreams

In every little bite,

the taste of chocolate and creams

When the box is full,

it is a box filled with love

In every colored wrapper,

flavor enfolded within a delicious glove

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When the box is full,

it makes you richer than the richest

Exploring all the candies,

becomes better than a quest

When the box is full,

it makes you very blessed

Savoring each flavor,

is an experience, better than the best

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Then your greed takes over,

and the box starts getting empty

Bit by bit, and piece by piece,

it goes away, and it was quite plenty

Each piece of candy,

is one step closer to bliss

Each opened wrapper,

reminds you of a lover’s kiss

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You lick your fingers,

you lick them again and again

You swirl your tongue,

the pleasure is wild and insane

You get addicted to the candies,

the creams and the flavors

You get obsessed with the pleasure,

the chocolates become soul savers

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To make the chocolates stay,

you keep the box closed

You even hide it away,

trying to remain composed

You harness all your patience,

you keep your urge in check

You smile at your complacency,

but your determination is a wreck

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Then the greed attacks again,

and your hands wander close

Your desire rekindles and takes over,

and caution, thither it goes

You take one, you take two,

and then you take the final bit

You blow caution to the wind,

the box is finally empty, and you also quit

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There is nothing more tragic

than an empty box of chocolates

There is nothing more frustrating,

and there is nothing more depressing

There is nothing more saddening,

and there is nothing more maddening

There is no bigger dilemma,

than an empty box of chocolates