Alive

Dec 16, 2011 14:31

A modern myth of love and laughter from yesterday the fantasy, a battle to find the one. Was it a dream , a beautiful lie?
Beyond beautiful, drop dead gorgeous. Fly away from here, falling in love is murder on the knees.
I want to believe that all she wanted was something sweet, her words wilted away from me.
I was always living on a prayer, hoping that someday she’d be in these arms, but all she wanted was to be free.
These days I can’t stop thinking about the picture of her, but our hearts were playing a different beat.
All I wanted was a little bit of love, bang! My dream ended and suddenly rain washed my heart off my sleeve.

No use crying over broken dreams, there are new dreams to be had as I look to the future.
Objects in the rearview mirror appear so much closer than they are when you look through a microscope.
A midwinter night’s dream at the lost and found, between the shadows, lays paradise and the meadows of heaven.
Whenever, wherever, anytime, anywhere. It is time to say goodbye.
Here I go. I am ready for the good times. Looking at the world through brand new eyes and I am alive.
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