People tend to gravitate toward grand melodies of blissful lust instead of realistic findings of absolute truths. In our hearts beats a song that one wishes that could last. But it always seems that temporary forevers becomes the last note to our endless ryhme. Giving up what seems your lifetime for just a chance for instantaneous comfort. Many can speak words and pretend to be the pillow to cry on to absorb your tears and turn over so you can see that your tears didnt affect the coolness that lies on the other side of the spectrum but for me I would rather be your reflection to let you know that those tears you cry are real and that song you hear my not be perfect but its without a doubt REAL. Real love makes you cry tears. Blissful lust makes you lose irreplacable time. - My moments of Clarity
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 10:56:25 +0000
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