The Followed Dream

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A love poem inspired by the movie Edward ScissorHands, by Rose-Red

Fallen memories fade as the day goes weary.

The last white petals descend as the rose slowly withers into ashes.

Where dreams truly lead no one will ever know.

If I were to follow the dream winding down the unforeseen path.

Could you tell me where I would be?

'Cause word are never enough, my love.

To look in the eyes of the person you adore,

Could show us all the knowledge we would ever need to apprehend.

So tell me, the One of my jaded heart, for I may not endure till tomorrow.

Where should I be…

if I left reality's solemn realm to follow the unpredicted path of our cherished dream?