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by Chasing Butterflies Jun 8, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Our golden palace of wonders Towered around us. Our fingers and hearts Intertwined together; We belonged. Troubles were nonexistent In our safe haven. All around us the Sun shined brightly, Illuminating promise. We were naive. Nothing ever stays the same. We learned this The hard way... All was no longer well. Our glorious sanctum That we treasured Ever-so-much Was falling around us; and there was not a thing I could do. We stared wide-eyed At the burning walls Of our happiness. Ashes, ashes... They all fell down. Through the smoke Of our destroyed past, I saw your retreating silhouette. I reached out to you with my hand And cried out... But you were gone...