Title: Sleeping Stars Author: wonderlandwakeup
Here Is a Forgotten Land Where memories dwell And whispers that escape as winged dreams Bring us to nostalgia Despite the early golden morning And The Jumper, Who shone with a promise He never meant to keep Our story, his secrets, Fill the air with a familiar sweetness Vigilante, hearted darkness Searching for a home. Dotted with snow and the colors That spill from The Jumper’s Lungs. There, in this Forgotten Land, Is where our childhoods remain. Where warmth and togetherness Dance around a ledge, With the threat of falling. And The Jumper has arisen. A fear and broken glass That couldn’t be contained. As lights flash and the streets of the Forgotten Land welcome us. But The Jumper, Well, his mind was made. While smoke and liquid file into emptiness. And we make the same promises, Promising that we will be The Stained, And the rest will become perfection, Laid to rest in the Forgotten Land, Where The Jumper’s soul remains. Comments on "Sleeping Stars"
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