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Once I was innocent A dreamer, I loved you I stepped so blindly in karmic labyrinth created I followed your breadcrumbs Life was perfect and the world reborn The Empire you've built was seemingly perfect by design is flawed and cracked - how could I be blind? All this time I've played like a puppet This empire is no more a pile of cards - card and fragile It must fall! Now I wake up to the fire, tripping through ashes and decay What do you see when you look at me wither away? Do have feelings for me anymore? Love me (yet)? Our love story was blossoming If only it were true ... You gave me an adventure I lost my voice (and freedom) Our love was just an illusion All this time we were ******* We were hollow shells without souls Machines without programming We were nothing I am a ghost whenever I am with you Now that you are gone, I am reborn I disintegrate into nothing but ashes, may the wind carry me away At least, I am finally free........ Amore è cieco
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
Ghost
Once I was innocent A dreamer, I loved you I stepped so blindly in karmic labyrinth created I followed your breadcrumbs Life was perfect and the world reborn The Empire you've built was seemingly perfect by design is flawed and cracked - how could I be blind? All this time I've played like a puppet This empire is no more a pile of cards - card and fragile It must fall! Now I wake up to the fire, tripping through ashes and decay What do you see when you look at me wither away? Do have feelings for me anymore? Love me (yet)? Our love story was blossoming If only it were true ... You gave me an adventure I lost my voice (and freedom) Our love was just an illusion All this time we were ******* We were hollow shells without souls Machines without programming We were nothing I am a ghost whenever I am with you Now that you are gone, I am reborn I disintegrate into nothing but ashes, may the wind carry me away At least, I am finally free........ Amore è cieco
A cautionary tale of lust vs. love Amore e cieco - Italian for love is blind
mio-seanachaidh
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
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