The never ending story

With this heart

He held The Look Of Love,

Turned stone

Lost inside medusa’s eyes,

Mutiple questions in a 

search for the 

Answer why:

This had had to be our last goodbye?

Cried so much they called it Rain,

Heart of stone turned to grain,

Spread across the sands of time

Hopes to find what was Once, again,

Just to tell the tale of a happiness

 without an end.

-Julian ‘Naive’ Bronson


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