Requiem For a Wish

She desperately wanted to love. Expending Aprils in the dark without the sunshine of holding hands to the sunset and beyond ... Without sweet whispers of belonging , without the soft calling of a lovers voice . She wanted to discover the joyful mystery behind those tender fluffy kisses . The anxiety of insects overflying by one’s soul. But she didn’t calculate that there were many kinds of love that love for some was just a word , and all she got was a counterfeiting kind of lust. The one that squeezes the intimacy of a gentle soul , and doesn’t stop until it dries it all. The one that dresses as the sweetest flower , to trick a bee into the deepest hole . The one that makes you fall. The one that’s made of stone . The one that freezes you once there are no more endearing lying words . The swift one that leaves once all the honey is gone .