whatever will be....will be

the ashes of the memory
are twisted upon the vine of deciet
once inside you swallow down
for the bite is worse than the sting of it all.

counting down to the exstinsion of my remains
the gathering we plan is the last time we shall speak
for the entrance is grand
but the goodbye is fortunate enough.

learn to see the rythym inside
glide towards the lights
and see how rich the glow can be
when the heart is met with the one you seek.


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the mirage was built on lies
the pain it brought , broke an entire army's strength.
when you see the truth
remember not the roll...
for in life we all have our own.

sooo...
when you see this night
beyond the blue skies
is a movement beginning
and it is a wave...

and whatever it shall deem itself to be...

it will be what it is....and never what it thinks it should be.

forevermore
like the stars fading away towards other galaxies...

this love has been bruised.

so i say to myself....

sometimes...
yes sometimes.....