To take an radom pick would be a lucky guess random hearts... a lost soul who would take on the quest how would you feel before i wake which half would you hide which half would you wake to wander thru a ghostly canyon wondering where it could be i open my hand and reveal its been right here beside me as we stare into each others eye's the uncertainy, a driving force? after the truth is more than i thought too look back, and not bewildered smiling and knowing what you are and who you stood for as the last breaths of Air become deep and cold the warmth of your soul fills me whole the light shines so ever bright with shadows the whispers are in sight i creep closer only to hear that it is not coming from you i lie back down and put my head close to the ground i end up staring at the stars yet not as before none pass by, they keep their hold and as for mine, i have let go...
Reason for writing:
Reasons are ways to stabbing yourself in the back later...
Birth sign: Pisces
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