to be a slave of emotions,
that clog the heart,
and laden life with pain,
misery and undrying tears,
a fog that encroaches the sight,
a mist that curtains the horizon,
untill of friends you forget...
to think fairy tales were true,
and the soaps they air,
in real time shall come to be.
so i tell you friends,
orthelo and romeo had no sin,
but of love they had to die,
so i'd rather belive in lust,
a morning dew that goes with time,
that shooting star that heads to nowhere.
a breeze amid the scorching sun,
that dances and leaves all with a smile,
a dream i won't remember,
when the alarm sounds.
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