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It Wasnt Disney Land For Long

The sunset was perfect in the best flawed sense that cool november evening from the shores view I recall it in that sense I wish I could still erase. Why does it always have to end like this she asked in that broken voice we all have known at one time or another. Why cant you just forget it and love me instead? Why cant you just stop this game of endless chase for what never will be. Tears embraced her face asonce a must less harsh moment of passion hadf so easily erased the pain for seconds at a time. I understood her pain but a selfish soul cant burden itself with regret for long. I far from a dreamer and even less a romantic fool whos blindness for plessure can override his sense of need for more. But what had it brought me but pain and many cold nights and little more. It was never more than a velvet sense in a sandpapaer nightmares reflection that dug the grave. And from the view the oceans endless view seemed to call stronger than welcome arms and a warm heart. Why did we thirst for what may never be ? the highways mystery was best left unsolved. Maybe I never liked the rearview for I new it one day would be a s harsh to me as I was in this sunset moment alongside her. Amybe we never truely understand why . Fear of growing old or just fear of never knowing or even giving a dam if it never was at all. I hate you ! Spelled laced with regert someone has to break you sooner than later I know a fools thought seldom touches a perfect world. The sunset always takes me back to thoose old thoughts And her broken heart would someday haunt me a ghost of that old poisen what if. Yeah even the worst were beloved sometime.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 10/4/2012 5:11:00 PM
So good to see you here. Love your work. Always passionate with a side of darkness. Makes a person think and have the willies of "Been there, done that".
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