Walking thru the shadows
with moonlight in her hair
crying over names of ones who were never there
searching for streets long lost
drowning in her own thoughts
she used to dream of romance;
now she walks alone dreaming of something to call her own
in a world where forever is just right now
and nothing ever lasts
nothing seems more comfortable than getting lost in the past.
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Tragic the Pixie @ 6/13/2005 09:02:00 PM
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