The morning light was not enough to enlighten her,
The day the elements of her dream died,
Wearing a dead shroud of indifference over their tattered torn hearts,
Will it rise above?
Above the humiliation, sorrow and disgust,
Will it be reborn with renewed spirits?
She has and she will live and learn,
Make unspeakable and scadalous mistakes,
Which she wishes were secrets buried deep within the furrows of hell,
If only the apparent social beings were not so concerned with the shame of others,
Digging up jaded secrets which should have been things of the past,
But shall be dug up with every new birth...
If dreams have died today they can be reborn tomorrow,
In a different place, time and dimension,
With another form of energy,
Every piece of it replaced one by one,
With different colors,
Very glossy on the outside and skeptical and murky deep within...
For her body is just a vessel of life,
Draped by curves,
Curves that seduce some and disgust others,
If she chooses to live life as she was supposed to,
She might as well as died long back,
And taken her soul to another world....
How different are souls and dreams really?
Can one not be interchanged with another?
Can one not be driven by another?
Can one not be intertwined with another and help each other grow?
Can they not be filled in this vessel called life?
Be solid companions until life parts from her and beyond?
What is her body?
Was it her sense of being that was born to mate, reproduce and die?
Emerge from the Earth,
Then fly towards the cycle of the universe?
Then be reborn in one or the other form stay until it's pleasing to the eyes,
Only to part again until the hot flashes arise...
For true love isn't just eye candy,
Or when it's warm around her arms,
It too can be cold and bitter,
Leave hearts scarred and torn,
Until one day one realizes,
That true love cannot be found when one soul is a toxic dependent on another...
It is found within that vessel,
Within that life,
Within that dimension and space,
Perhaps in another universe all together,
Where souls intertwine with dreams...
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