There are many things.. So many.. So many dreams..
All come together since childhood..
Woven together slowly over days and stages of life..
With the fabric of belief
Dark as the night, dotten with bright stars, millions of them!
The dreams fall in drapes into so many "i always wanted.."
Bright eyes and a hopeful heart
They have a college romance,
A bike ride drenched in rain,
Skipping classes,
The first touch, a flurry of finger tips and soft lips..
A stolen hug..
The sharing of a special something, a secret
Sweet nothings through the corridors,
A lonely night not so alone,
A belongingness, a possession
A someone, true with all their hearts
Through festivals and sorrows..
A hand to hold, a hug to cry into..
Eyes to hold their laughter, a heart to love and care for as their own..
Oo they got that, thats what she always wanted
She sees hope again and got back afresh..
Then she waits, heart break after heart break, she will wait..
Running behind the smoke on water
Healing hurting and yet healing..
Craving those little things she always wanted..
From people who never understand,
She picks up their pain n makes it hers..
She loves so much that it hurts her,
And as if it wasn't enough they hurt her too..
She kept dreaming, believing, hoping.. and eventually praying..
But it burned the cloak she wove, adored and wore every single day
It faded.. Taking all the i always wanted's with it
Until they remained just that wishes, dreams..
Dark wisps of smoke on water..
Disappearing.. A faded fabric of hope forgotten at the bottom of her treasure chest, locked away..
Buried in her past inside her
The little petal saved in a romantic book long forgotten.. Marking a page that defined her dreams
Aeons later she found love again..
Their pain from their past was her's now.. Again..
But what is this sudden pain.. The incessant pinpricks behind her eyes remind her of something from another lifetime..
The cloak pokes her.. It is faded, thin and light like the morning air, dotted with dried blood from her years of suppressing
"Thats what i always wanted" it whispers..
"I wish we had it.."
But what is this pain she asks..
Well, it never left..
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