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.