His face.
His smile.
His name.
Both of them, locked in my mind forever.
I've wished on moons,
stars and suns,
even on birthday candles.
But the thing is...
Wishes never come true.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Inside and Out
PoetryJust to be clear, this is poetry, not a story. I'm sorry if you don't like that stuff, but it's what I am writing lately. I will be writing another "story" that's more like a diary. Thanks for reading! Bye! :D -Julliette Dawn
