It was her love that held her prisoner. It wasn't anybody else's dreams that stopped her. But what if you woke up one day and realised that your dreams were a living nightmare? And what if you found out that you were the creator of your own misery?
Sometimes she wondered if it was fate. "Why was I born when the stars weren't positioned right?" The girl blamed the parents, astrology and God. But then she dried her tears and felt a smile as loving purrs and head butts reminded her to be grateful.
Can you see my unshed tears, As they threaten to take over me? Can you touch my many scars, As they burden my heart forever? Can you hear my silent wishes, As they struggle to find a voice?
Do you know how it feels, To have nothing to want? Do you know how it is, To be defeated in love? Do you know how it looks, Inside my broken heart?
Hold her hand, Not so tight. Leave her hand, Not so fast.
Do you wish I was with you? My heart thinks you do. Do you miss our memories? My heart knows you do.
"Hold me," she asked without a syllable. He heard her. His strong arms surrounded her thoughts, making the terrible ones disappear. She said a silent thank you. His arms responded. They didn't need words.