As I stand on the ledge to tomorrow's end, this misty and secluded silence is all that I hear, searching for something that was never there, my vision blurred from the invisible, falling tear, retracing my steps back to where it all began, never knowing what was suppose never to be, through the garden I've grown in your honor, gazing to the stars above this incessant sea... Standing alone on the highest mountain peak, was it not you who I always seemed to seek? Was you not the one that my soul cried out to? But what is a lonely soul suppose to do? Neverland seemed as real as anything else, for I've lived in a world of dreams throughout the past, without someone that I could hold so dear, how did this heart hold on, how did it ever last? The sweet smell of roses sail through the air, remembering what seems to be always real, when there was nothing left that was true, why was there still love for you that I feel? Now alone in the valley of intricate imagination, where was I going, where was my destination? Into the night I'll wait for you to come to me, my love, my dear, my sweet angel of mercy...Birth sign: Aries
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