In places where my feet have tread,
I never fail to leave a mark.
Remnants of a pensive light,
or wreckage from a noxious dark.

I will walk away a failure
if behind me doesn't yield,
the tattoo of a memory
or a scar that never heals.

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In secret we laugh, touch, and dream
and I carry the shame through the day

With the cover of night and only the moon to guide us
We stroll into the dark, hands clasped and breathless
Strolling through the dark, hearing music in the distance
There is fine line between adventure and mischief
One I like to cross when I'm alone with my thoughts
Yet, I'm always accompanied by my hollowest wants
Alone in my room, the moonlight streaking through
I shouldn't be dreaming of him, I should be dreaming of you

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and I am content
to keep dreaming
forever until death