Nov 26 2008
Wishing Well
Something I stumbled upon that I wrote on 7/16/05 at 3:30am…..interesting to see how angry and bitter I was then.
“In a tiny little town somewhere upstate, a little girl had her dreams, her plans were made. She’d be married in a church, dressed all in white, walking down the aisle, at the end her groom in sight.
They’d say their vows, walk the aisle throw the bouquet high. Then go away, only to return in a little while. Start their family, she saw no end, there’d be no goodbye.
In a big city in the midwest a young man’s life was all planned out. He’d worked hard for what he had, he was successful no doubt. He’d finally see his work pay off, own the things most could only dream of. He worked from dawn till dusk, stretching himself to the core. He’d have everything he could want, nothing more.
But when their eyes met, there was passion to behold. An unmistakable love, a capturing hold. Kisses of silver, and touches of gold, amazing love, endless time. Many moments created, just to be told.
Now perfection can only be seen for a minute short of a year. Emotions kick in with jealousy and fear. It’s only a matter of time until perspective again is clear, before you leave her in a solitude, crying in her wishing well.
He left he huddled in a corner of porcelain, a shell of who she was. Broken hearted, teary eyed, you couldn’t sacrafice your pride. You put your selfish wants before her, yet you want nothing more than to hold her, she’ll push you away, tell you to leave, but you’ll feel caught in the web you weaved.
You broke that little girl’s spirit, did you ever really care? Her long lonely nights, at her well when she cried…anywhere that you weren’t there.”
