Why do I keep making wishes over fallen lashes?
Why do I keep closing my eyes, pretending to concentrate
All my forces in just one thought
Materializing the impossible
Breathing deep
To repeat the petition just one more time
Why do I squeeze the hope
Trying to fit it all between two fingers
Holding tight the eyelash
To finally let go
in one soft blow.
And
once in a while
Finding the wish making its way back.
YOU ARE READING
3:21 a.m.
PoetryThis is a compendium of words, sentences, and paragraphs written at 3 in the morning heavily influenced by the sweet scent of rum and a kiss of loneliness. Although written with the sincerity of my heart, I should warn you: It is NOT really that goo...
