I wished for the joy that a summer's day bestows,
or a lake that glimmers chatoyant light,
I wished to soar far above the lows
as dearly as I loved the stars at night.
I yearned for a hand to slip its fingers 'twixt mine,
and a dulcet voice that would calm my soul.
One to ward off the ambivalence inside,
and puzzle together my heart until it was whole.
There was a halcyon dwelling in my mind,
its wallflowers and sunrise all that I dreamt.
I desperately clasped hold of this paradise,
where I lay upon the moss and made my bed.
I felt the hand's touch, heard the words in my ear,
as I strayed a million miles from where I'd come.
Yet somehow, I found my heart so very near
to the lonely place where I had begun.
My life became a roar of isolated sighs,
longings and quietly unravelling seams.
For though I had achieved all of my wishes, I
would have rather had back all of my dreams.
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Hurt People Hurt People
General FictionI couldn't stop it. Now I couldn't control it. It was like a disease let loose on my mind, and it was rapidly spreading. Layla Richard's life was uneventful and, to her, a little dull, but a renewal of old friendship leads to a blissfully memorable...
