Standing at the cliff of relationship mount watching the last ones fall off.
There's a whiff of Sadness as the mask of pretense melts away. There's no one
left to face anymore.
It's death of naivety as the adult emerges. No gamers left to play the chances of love. Time to dance alone to those composed tunes & turn into thy own song. The soul has found ultimate freedom & wonders fill the heart with glorious light. I have perfected the art of winning the game & losing the people.
It's death of naivety as the adult emerges. No gamers left to play the chances of love. Time to dance alone to those composed tunes & turn into thy own song. The soul has found ultimate freedom & wonders fill the heart with glorious light. I have perfected the art of winning the game & losing the people.
3 comments:
Death of naivety is one of the sadest deaths apart from maybe winning the game but then losing the person.
I know exactly how you feel.
Good to see you at my sight again!
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It sure is great to see u again CJ! :)
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