We played our parts as Kings or Pawns
We danced to the melody of broken dreams and empty promises
We could have one more night; give me one more dance
What kind of soul are you, what kind of love is this?
Please just take my hand, please just hold my heart
This isn't over yet, I know I've made mistakes
Tell me, what did I say, why won't you let me in?
It isn't all my fault, your emotions are so disguised
Treasures or vexations I ask you to make your choice
Let me go, don't lead me on, is there something here to save
I'm here trying to quiet the storm while you're still making waves
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The Note
Strips of paper fly wildly in the wind. Pieces of a memory, a message disappearing into the world beyond. They swirl around like a magical mystery, dancing to unknown destinations. No one will know now the secrets that were written in the dark. The memory of what was forgotten. The pieces fly far and wide away from each other. Soon they’ll be completely destroyed by the natural elements. This message could have changed so much if only someone had been able to read it before he changed his mind. Now it is lost. Now no one will ever know. Now the current path of the grey mundane will continue.
By Leah Suzanne Deweya day ago in Poets
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