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As the sun met the moon tonight they hung on opposite ends of the earth. But you were nowhere to be found despite the feelings inside that still lurk. I looked deeply in the mirror, as I tried to find myself. Got lost in chameleon eyes, with emotions on the shelf. When darkness had set in the moon was full; my soul was merely empty. And as the stars danced across evening skies, hope was nowhere with me. The rain clouds finally passed, but the tears they fell again How can you come and go, then call yourself my friend? I can no longer take the distance When we remain so close Who knew that it could hurt this much? To be dancing with your ghost So I run from home, to a foreign land Where I’ll meet with the earth To sink my toes in the sand. I’ll dare to find hope again Forget what I had known Find castles beside seashores To build a new home And maybe some day, I will return With a fist full of gold and a lesson I’ve learned Although pockets of treasure Can’t amount to this love The haunting of ghost were not sent from above. So while I’m away Upon my request If nothing more dream nothing less.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
Dancing With Broken Dreams
As the sun met the moon tonight they hung on opposite ends of the earth. But you were nowhere to be found despite the feelings inside that still lurk. I looked deeply in the mirror, as I tried to find myself. Got lost in chameleon eyes, with emotions on the shelf. When darkness had set in the moon was full; my soul was merely empty. And as the stars danced across evening skies, hope was nowhere with me. The rain clouds finally passed, but the tears they fell again How can you come and go, then call yourself my friend? I can no longer take the distance When we remain so close Who knew that it could hurt this much? To be dancing with your ghost So I run from home, to a foreign land Where I’ll meet with the earth To sink my toes in the sand. I’ll dare to find hope again Forget what I had known Find castles beside seashores To build a new home And maybe some day, I will return With a fist full of gold and a lesson I’ve learned Although pockets of treasure Can’t amount to this love The haunting of ghost were not sent from above. So while I’m away Upon my request If nothing more dream nothing less.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
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