Never Ending Story
Subjected to the emptiness of lies,
thoughts of love are silently laid to rest.
And buried in a tomb of quietus,
wrapped in a shroud of dreams, at Hope's request.
Within a mute rhapsody of silence,
a mournful dirge grieves for my lonely heart.
And an eternity of teardrops fall;
tethered to dreams that slowly drift apart.
At the bottom of a self-pity pit,
all traces of trust tend to fade away.
But Love is a never-ending story,
and happy endings occur every day.
I'll never stop searching for my soulmate;
knowing my soulmate is searching for me.
For I believe soulmates are eternal,
and that time, one day, will match lock and key.
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