This Endless Dance


Strings of melancholy tangled
With memories or sweet lies
And I neither know nor want to
In this world that made them
In a reality that allowed it
And a mind who thought it so

The past draped over
A chair in eternity, left behind
To a world of dreams
I have become used to sorrow
To know his song is sweet

You and I, in this
Endless dance forever
The nothingness that we are
Fading Into the spaces between
Nowhere and never

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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