Speak not of love, or fairy tales.
Speak not of foolish dreams.
For, more than once, I’ve traveled down that road
And I’ve left behind those foolish things.
I remember all my past despair
When I found it could not be.
I’d rather not go back, my dear.
There’s nothing it can offer me.
© 1999-2002 Gabrielle Renee LeBlanc
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