Friday, February 11, 2011


In the air, lighter than a feather,
I can see us dreaming twice, 
Floating in the sky forever.

Suspended like puppets on strings, 
but you'll always have the golden wings 
No matter the horror I am dreaming, 

It is you I'm always seeking

But I can see the catch, it's clearly false hope
Always leading to the bottomless pit at the end of the rope.

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