01-05-2012, 10:12 AM
We all shall hurt, until Fate can see with our eyes and dream with our spirits; it may be the stars or the darkness that holds them in place. My eyes have seen more than my heart can hide from my memory. It is relentless. Tomorrow will never come. I have seen the ghosts and become a prisoner of their shame. I paid a ransom of tears to be free, and thus I drift into a dreamless sleep to the sound of your heart beating in my chest. I don't recall my last dream. To own my heart is to own the sins that it has committed. Leave me your innocence and take those misdeeds that haunt the rooms of my mind. Youth seduced my control and led it away to be betrayed and broken. I'll cherish that love as though it were legendary in the hearts of all people.
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