Creating a Pattern. Manufacturing dreams.
The enactment of life. Shattered lives,
Result of not knowing. Diminishing heaviness,
She's sorry to have loved, He's sorry to have known,
both sorry for the passing of days.
The process was sweet. Now, dwelling on pain,
awaiting solutions they can never invent.
Dismissing the emptiness, she wants him to know,
she'll never be same.Remembering past,
not knowing patience, not waiting for time.
Drawn by forces, tender words, colorful moments.
Lying on melted memories; drenched in fears.
She blames it on him,"If you ever feel lonely", he says "
..then you'll understand".
She wantedto grant him her heart. he wanted to show her the world.
Innocence was created. Too late for regrets!.
The power of enduring, destroyed by mistakes.
He wants to forget; she wants to escape.
What can they do?, where can they hide?.
A couple of dreamers confined to good-byes
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speak to the dark angels