So in these messed up fairy tales
that **** all our dreams
by conjuring them up to be
greater than seems
then burning them down
with reality's flame
leaves just empty hearts,
and cold eyes left to blame.
Love can't come back
once it is finally gone,
forever remembered in
old soulful love songs.
because when love runs,
it's feet leave the ground
and it flies far away,
lighter than sound
in a heavy dark room
where silence rules all
when one sigh is a hope
declared way too small.
But I guess that's all you need
is a hope that had faded
because hope can grow too,
it is never out dated.
so even though the love flew
and the songs are unsung,
chase after that love
let your spring become sprung
in the eyes of true love
waiting for you today
so just go out and chase them,
and that's all I can say.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 8:24 PM UTC
So in these messed up fairy tales
that **** all our dreams
by conjuring them up to be
greater than seems
then burning them down
with reality's flame
leaves just empty hearts,
and cold eyes left to blame.
Love can't come back
once it is finally gone,
forever remembered in
old soulful love songs.
because when love runs,
it's feet leave the ground
and it flies far away,
lighter than sound
in a heavy dark room
where silence rules all
when one sigh is a hope
declared way too small.
But I guess that's all you need
is a hope that had faded
because hope can grow too,
it is never out dated.
so even though the love flew
and the songs are unsung,
chase after that love
let your spring become sprung
in the eyes of true love
waiting for you today
so just go out and chase them,
and that's all I can say.
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