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And Ever.
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Wilting Blossoms. ...and the future which seemed so bright
fades from sight, like so many empty promises
that came and went before their time, short-lived.
an account of which still burns within the heart of my passion
a constant reminder of how hope is the faith of failed dreams
and that people are never what they seem, least of all, me.
words hold no structure, on any page, to convey just the way i feel.
the bondage of reality reflects the truth behind my motives of denial.
No, i dont want to know, the way this appeals to the darkness
of my shadows, lurking to weigh heavy and bring me down,
just another forfeit of my soul, working against me.
in a downward spiral, you cannot help but feel that you're falling.
...and deeper still. why was the irony so simple to fulfill?
we are built with a compromised skill, flawed by the past we carry
into our future, whereever we go. the challenge is to let go
the promise is that you loved me, even though, everything,
we fell short of, was surreal, just a whisper in the hall of tell-tales.
though the glimmer of my eyes obscured by winter,
spring holds the opportunity of rebirth, and i wait with my ear to the door.
ready to risk, the dare unfolds, once more.
and ever.
"flawed by the past we carry
into our future, whereever we go. the challenge is to let go"
wow, so so true. there is always the challenge of letting go, but also the beauty of holding on. love reveals itself in many shapes and forms and although it may seem deceiving, it could be that it was the perception that was deceiving~ the wanting ,hoping and dreaming that was deceiving~ not the love itself~ when everything is still~ it is the love that still speaks to the heart. it is the love that is Real.