It's a w i s h you make once and young
For a better start, before your breath is gone.
It's the kind of wish where you watch the stars and wait,
Makes you hold on too tight,
Fall in love too early until it's too late.
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It's a grand old white w e d d i n g with bouquets and dancing
In this spectacular and dazzling room
Yet the guests are caught whispering
Something seems to be missing
It's a wedding without the groom
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It's a w i l l that deserves silence
When you lay in your coffin bed,
It's a will that leaves your things to no one.
Because no one is who is left.
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-Three things my mother told me had happened to someone she knew (she-never-gave-a-name)
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Craving Love
Poetry→ it's been occurring to me, that you can't burn the devil. ← ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Please don't take any of my work. All poems belong to me, unless stated otherwise. :)*
