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A time one was, that I did dream.
My foolish heart, unknowingly, swept
me away. I became lost
within his eyes, the shadowy orbs
so full of secrets. If ever I loved,
he was the one. But dreams do crumble
under reality. Hearts
are broken; pieces lie scattered about.
Thoughts come in fragments as each delicate
crystalline tear falls silently
into oblivion. And soon no
tears are left, leaving anger
and contempt. He is to blame
for all the pain, for all that's gone.
Words lie dead, nothing is left
to say, to weep for. All is lost,
yet no more pain have I to hide,
and no longer do I dream.
Edwin