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Love Never Happened
#WritcoStoryPrompt39
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
I love beyond myself then search to find my way back home. I am the prototype of a man in love always. For various reasons, making multiple decisions, each one hides my weakness away. Fondness between ourselves never really materialize, only the beginning stages, were known to us. With eager voices asking the soul to provide an escape from the forbidden fruit, she hopes to share with me. Weakening from the core. I will not ask her anymore. To share only when I agree. And be aware of the remains, of the building blocks, within my spirit, left behind, after eating the fruit. She alone will witness my broken heart and soul. Not sure how far we would go, when I am enticed by her subtle voice. what remains are fading dreams, we will never know. How deep into feelings our love has grown.The space where we rest, will never be our home. So I challenge myself not to partake in the divided fruit. If I choose to eat, I will never be the man she wants me to be. Could we love and disobey, the serious question we ask ourselves is why now. We can't survive without each other if we eat. Knowing that the garden of dreams where we live, we shall be evicted and cast away. When the whispering winds acknowledges what we have now become. We were blessed with children, however there's a noticeable stain printed upon our chest. Therefore we will become wanderers alone, hiding our decision from everyone we know. Love never happened
© Daniel Mason
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
I love beyond myself then search to find my way back home. I am the prototype of a man in love always. For various reasons, making multiple decisions, each one hides my weakness away. Fondness between ourselves never really materialize, only the beginning stages, were known to us. With eager voices asking the soul to provide an escape from the forbidden fruit, she hopes to share with me. Weakening from the core. I will not ask her anymore. To share only when I agree. And be aware of the remains, of the building blocks, within my spirit, left behind, after eating the fruit. She alone will witness my broken heart and soul. Not sure how far we would go, when I am enticed by her subtle voice. what remains are fading dreams, we will never know. How deep into feelings our love has grown.The space where we rest, will never be our home. So I challenge myself not to partake in the divided fruit. If I choose to eat, I will never be the man she wants me to be. Could we love and disobey, the serious question we ask ourselves is why now. We can't survive without each other if we eat. Knowing that the garden of dreams where we live, we shall be evicted and cast away. When the whispering winds acknowledges what we have now become. We were blessed with children, however there's a noticeable stain printed upon our chest. Therefore we will become wanderers alone, hiding our decision from everyone we know. Love never happened
© Daniel Mason
