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Saturday, 16 February 2013

Inception

In the wind of change I feel you
Your touch so gentle and blue
The past had brought you again
To be a part of the forsaken days.
And it's true.

As I lay on the fresh grass in the King's garden
I think of you each second that it passes.
I want to touch your white hands and feel you
So that I know you're alive.

Many have told me true love doesn't exist 
That it had been lost in the air during a war between Good and Evil
I never wanted to believe it.

I've always thought of love as being a dream
Full of happiness and joy
A place where sorrow and pain did not belong.

It was the perfect place, a dream within a dream. 
Inception.

Friday, 8 February 2013

Present

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I'm used to love something that once broke me.