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passion, a thing of the past
what we loved must be left behind for reality
longing for that which once adorned that fluttered heart
happy to be for once in the spotlight
amazing all who beheld such a spectacle
wondering now where i would be had i pursued what my heart so desired
but now lost, as all is,to that abyss of forgotten dreams
left to collect dust forever on that shelf of things you love
but cannot touch
nose forever pressed against the glass that separates you from what you love
wishing |
| | Posted 3/24/2005 5:31 AM - 1 view - 1 comments
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