Dreaming lovers never weep
As seldom does the bell ring
An with their covered eyes they see
A place of flowers amongst the heap
Where everything is glittery gold
An the world isn’t as old
Blinded by the wicked love
Temptress lions pave tracks in the lush
Distorting ones eyes from the surrounding era
Leading men to their fault and error
Willing the dawn of the sun
Where young lovers see what they have become
Taking off the constructed night
Into a world that will not last
Here we do exist
Bleeding lovers who surely will not be missed
In the light of a lie
Human nature resides
Twist your tales until the end
When you divide and descend
So will the haze upon your eyes
An all the glitter will be but ash
Disintegrate you worldly mask
An so young lovers continue the tale
Of a place beyond the black veil
A place untouched and so very clean
Where’s mothers love does redeem
A gilded flower that lives near the stream
Where all souls must bathe clean
An some may never leave
To fall in love was to be cursed. I had already condemned my soul once, never again would I feel the harsh ache of new love or the singeing burn it left on your soul when it slipped just off your finger tips like the delicate petal it was. My heart belonged to one person and one person alone. That person shattered it into pieces an filled their pockets with it’s remains. For a long time I still thought there was something left of it, something that could be salvaged from the wreckage but the harder I tried to feel something the harder it was to feel at all. Everything became so, meaningless. An as others continued to live their lives and deal with the ever changing world around them I was simply frozen in time, in that moment. I longed to break free to move with the rest of the world but it never happened. I am still there in that moment, longing, waiting, for someone to set the clock.
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