Angelica Vargas

'Twit! Twit! so the little bird goes...
And I diligently sung my harmony to prose...
To the voice of the breeze, we expressed our melody.
A rhythm beyond compared like eternity.
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Friendship, is not a topic of being the same nor being acceptable.
Is not a view of getting to know one's treasure and ability.
Nor a view of getting to hold of one's influence.
Is not a relationship of expectation, nor a conversation of great imagination.
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Genius do fade, just proved it through brain aid
When I was young, hunting games was never a threat
Energetic I am, that's how I face the crime.
But just now, while running through this puzzled rows.
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There's no going back no turning to the past
What had been done has been done
What had been said has been said
What been ignored has been ignored
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That day when I first saw you
I saw a mysterious view
Like fairy tales in movies
With all the enchantments and Calla Lillie
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A warrior and an Innocent maiden

Warrior
For I had fought a thousand battles
I had killed a thousand men
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Whisper to me, and I will listen.
I will not judge u, nor criticize u,
Even giving an advice, I will not do.
I'll just open my ears and listen to your whims, your dreams and your plans.
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Oh Candid me, why did you exist?
Words, actions and thoughts, they never in the mist.
But honey, many a person enlist.
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You may shout and stretch your arms as far as you could,
But there's just nothing to reach.
You may lift your head and see beyond your sight,
But there's just no one ahead.
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I turned away and follow what my instinct said.
Many said I'm stupid, rebellious and bad.
Many said I made the wrong choice.
Many said I'm taking the wrong path.
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Eyes of foreign hue I saw in you.
Lips red as rose are just so true.
Hair of gold and streak of black of fine grew
Face as soft as whiskers, sets me flew.
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There my castle lies, on top of a mountain high.
Strongly built and clad on stones and rocks so fine.
Beneath the sun rays which are of pure gold and dime.
Feeling the cold breeze of melted snow and pine.
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My golden days had ended and warm nights is soon to fade.
The sun shall never appear on my sight once again.
And the father moon will never whisper a song of sleep,
On my ears where hope and fruits are saying 'Reap! '.
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I'll close my eyes and whisper soft cries,
Not of pain and tear,
But of smiles and happiness.
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My lover is now in rest, and cradled among the worm's nest.
He lays cold and flat in a coffin I haven't seen and grasp.
He sleeps in a time called forever, and may never open his eyes once more.
He will stay hidden and covered under molten rocks and damp oar.
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I mask something, a hidden truth of my vest.
I don't know whether its bad or good;
Strength or weakness to hold,
I just can't say which falls best.
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