Lost
They're playing with my heart
Like a puppet on a string
Hopeless dreams take flight
On hopeless broken wings
There are things in this world
That could break us
Scar us
Mar us
Yet still the wings of dreaming carry us onward and away
Why must they torment us so?
With their lofty thoughts and hopeless wishes
Wishes that are soon destroyed by harsh reality knocking at the door
They crumble in the wake of its cold breath
Until nothing is left but the iron vise
Of death
There are things in this world
That could make us
Beautiful
Wonderful
But are they worth holding onto if they will only be destroyed in the end?
Hold fast to this life
For soon it will
be
lost.
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was posted on Jan 22, 2012 by
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