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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #1112211
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I've tread through a labyrinthe and rivers of tears
I've obliged myself to hide from my every fear
I'd laugh when I cry, then beg for a riddance
I've looked up at skies sable, looking for secrets hidden
I've buried my faith
Now, it's lost and I wait

My kismet lays amidst in a thicket of mist
I've searched for a hint, waiting for kisses of bliss
I've picked at the skin
That I hide entrapped in
Ebbs of my voice retard
When I make a choice

My future, I fear
I fear the end is near

Sometimes when a star falls, I'd make a wish
Sometimes broken glass can renew to a dish
Sometimes dreams are followed
Sometimes minds are hollow
Sometimes it's utopias
Sometimes it's phobias
I have

I've said I've loved him
I've said I've loved her
My love has been blinded
My emotions have stirred
I've said I've wanted
When I said I had
My words trail away
Onto a veiled path

My future I fear
I hear the end is near

Sometimes when a star falls, I'd make a wish
Sometimes broken glass stays apart in pieces
Sometimes dreams are borrowed
Sometimes minds are hollow
Sometimes it's utopias
Sometimes it's phobias
I have

I've tread through a labyrinthe and rivers of tears
I've obliged myself to hide from my every fear
I'd laugh when I cry, then beg for a riddance
I've looked up at skies sable, looking for secrets hidden
I've buried my faith
Now, it's lost and I wait

Sometimes it's utopias--sometimes it's phobias I have
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