The innocence of not knowing, the constant mystery behind the eyes;
Though your soul is still moaning because it ran into a wall full of lies.
A constant state of wonder that will draw two similar people near;
Either a misguided heart or a misguided mind will show you the worse kind of fear.
So what you have is perfect and too good to be true at it seems like this person came out of the blue;
Or what you have is perfect and too good to be true, so you let it go, and now you are a fool.
Too know what is in front of you is to know what you are looking for;
Is to know the obvious though you keep on growing sore.
You are blinded by reality’s popular shining light;
That doesn’t go away until your conscious realizes it one night.
Mistakes happen all the time and usually go away;
But memories last a lifetime and your heart can tend to go astray.
A secret pleasure that your mind will toy with and hides in the shadows of your mind;
Sadness dwells in the state of imperfection that will never be the same of any kind.
Your eyes stare at the floor so the walls cant see your sorrow;
Because the life that you have built will never see a tomorrow.
The stare as memories build about the past that will never again come alive;
Except in your dreams where you will see the loss as you wake and moan and start to realize.

When its too late, its been to long and you don’t even know this person anymore;
The light grows darker because now they have mentally shut and locked that door.
Content as to where they are something they could have been with you;
Missing is wanting and wanting is something that never will come true.
Holding thoughts grab your attention as you hide your weeping eyes;
They can never be seen for if they do you will have to hold your cries.
A living night mare strung up created and lived out by yourself;
That you cannot change because you ran away hiding like the dust in the back of a wooden shelf.
Life teaches you to hold onto thoughts so that one day your thoughts might turn into gold;
A thought like this has done nothing of the sense because of the duration what was once so nice has turned into mold.
At last you go on living day by day,
Eventually coming back to the same amount of decay;
Decay that will rot into your mind making you sore,
About anything that wants to come your way and unlock that door;
You have made more than once mistake and there is no way to fix it,
Another broken heart you cant deal with and the feeling just wont let go and just wont quit
So another night goes on as your body falls into its abyss;
And you awaken the next day forgotten about all that you miss.
Until another moment swarms by you and you take it with stride;
That what you have now isn’t always what you want but you deal because you have already tried.
To get back to where you were before you made a dreadful mistake;
So now you mourn for another and hide because you don’t ever want to deal with another heartache.

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