Make Believer's Paradise
Sadly, here it comes into an end
My make believers paradise.
The place I’ve conjured
After so many little years
Has met it’s bittersweet demise.
But I shall try, in all it’s glory,
To store up in my heart
And drag the magic around with me.
For there is no place I love more
Than my make believers paradise.
Others would enjoy to see
To watch love dance on their finger
To be transformed into someone else
To watch passion aromatic and linger.
To concoct their prince and wait for him
To make knew friends
And meet with them.
The music of the sweetest note
That drowns out actuality.
There are voices that sing
In my make believers paradise.
One can only hear them
If they are really there.
I dance atop the tiled floor
And hold my dried rose by the stem.
Different worlds, they come together
All language combines as one
Holding my breath, holding my books
I cannot believe that this can be done.
If, in all fact, my time here is through
I will carry the memory,
As that is all I can do.
And deep there, swells inside,
I’ll always be there in my mind.
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