夜晚金色月亮映照剪影人物

But to sing and laugh; to have a choice; It has been by my own merit that I can stand when in truth- it all seems to have fell from the moon to this earth. Trapped? My heart took wings long ago, flew off to a world for those long lost; Hopeful- that a day may come when all that which gave me flight would take me to yet another world where there- I could die. To slowly drift. Drift into that eternal sleep where all my dreams for a future would be truth and so I now sit and wait-- I have the wings, but no longer the flight. For there was a time Long forgotten and lost My heart once beat with love Simple. Really. And yet so naive I took for granted that time She was the dream of my soul Every bit a wonder of light and beauty I was lost in her world and she guided a young naive boy down a path of magic and excitement I spun with happiness and loved her even more I never knew such a world existed outside my own I lapped up every new experience and adventure I was a traveler on a journey I knew no path and drifted in her wake She was a wonder and dream I knew nothing I drank fully from a soul and fear I provided no nourishment in return I never lied to her I never misled or denied Yet we parted Lost without a path for my journey was but to follow I stumbled and fell Years past by and though I tried I found no one sparked the magic I once knew Darkness consumed me and the spark faded A dying ember ArsMJStyle, Art Deco, bo-golden