Cocoon

I am still afraid and wounded from the heartache that I have suffered since that time.
I thought, I've hope that this was just a dream but it was a bitter reality!
Though this poison only stung half of me, it was still  like I acid slowly corroding every thing that was me.
My heart wilted from this enormous passion;
A passion that has been carefully contained inside me. But it was at that time, should have been gone.
But I was wrong for it was meant not to be.

Now I am afraid and I have lost a part of which contains a memory.
As I relieve past forgotten chips. I live my self in this tiny cocoon.
As the days pass, surely it will melt.
And when that day comes...

That one wish will certainly come.