dreaMCometrue,
Literary: Lost
She dreamed of becoming an architect
Because you were to be a doctor
She thought it would be seemly
To have both art and science
Fall in each other’s principles
She strived to be number one
Because for her, you are the only one
She wanted to be like you
So you could be like her, too
But one night
It felt like it was the coldest of all nights
Her nightmares gave her chills
It felt like there was something missing
She looked under her pillow
And found nothing
All those dreams that she kept—now lost
She rummaged through her things, under her bed
Her dreams were not there
She heard the sound of a door closing
Then the sound of your steps—
They grew softer and softer
She then remembered and she was sure
That she gave them to you
She then realized
That you took all the fairytales she believed in
When you walked away from her
But all of these,
And the distress of nightmares she has to face—
You never knew.
You will never know.
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