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I guess everything that has been said is all that needs to be said
Our lives came together for a reason but now we move in separate directions
The idea of the heart culdesac will always intrigue me
It's a love story worth writing in the sands of time
A fantasy or say fairytales which the lover in me will dream of while I sleep
However while I am awake I need to forget the dreams which hold me captive in my subconscious state
It seems I've said too much or maybe not enough
Or that you wish not to hear my voice over the universal sounds that I send out while you also sleep
Will you come here again, maybe my sharp tongue has scared you away for the last time
Maybe I did it on purpose to protect myself somehow
But I miss you coming here
Although maybe it is all for the best now
I hope you remember the roses and soon all the thorns will be but a distant memory
And your love will live on even if only when you sleep