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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.