Life lost before it breathed its first,

hope leaking from a broken heart mended,

stitched together with time and determination.

But rushed, rushed to heal, rushed to freedom.

<>

Still with a word, one sweet word,

on the verge tearing once more,

breaking in the spaces in between,

between words and infrequent kisses,

promises on lips and in the breathes of lovers.

<>

Wishing, wanting and then back again,

repeating, repeating lust and desire,

emotions begging to real,

always waiting, waiting for my love,

a word or two, but always apart,

in the beds of other loves.

<>

Always dreaming ,never living

never acting on desire, never giving love life,

Always the dreaming.. Always.

Always and Never,

bound together in a dream.