believing that i have moved on, i tread on a path, weakened by lies and pain. i see a reflection upon the river of a thousand longing. i see the eyes that long to see the eyes that gaze upon the constellations in the skies. a voice, i longed to hear, but is no longer there.
i used to believe that i need not saving. that i do need a hero that would sweep me off my feet. i lied to myself when i said that i have forgotten those eyes, those lips, that voice.
i long for the voice that would assure me of better years to come. like a woman of the desert, i wait on the return of a once lost soul upon the dunes of waiting. deception was the only key.
i cannot bring myself to give my heart to someone i cannot love...
i used to believe that i need not saving. that i do need a hero that would sweep me off my feet. i lied to myself when i said that i have forgotten those eyes, those lips, that voice.
i long for the voice that would assure me of better years to come. like a woman of the desert, i wait on the return of a once lost soul upon the dunes of waiting. deception was the only key.
i cannot bring myself to give my heart to someone i cannot love...
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