Ideas Left To Burn

My Own Romance Novel

I do wish for a prince charming,

the one to come save me 

from the dark in my life.

I wish for the hero 

to come get me with his spider webs

and take me out of boredom. 

I wish for the angel 

to fly me to a place far away 

with his big and beautiful, fluffy, white wings.

I wish for the good guy

to spin me around by just existing. 

I wish for the bad guy,

the one who shows love only to some,

to make me feel like the one, 

uncovering what he hides so deep inside his heart. 

I don't wish for the fairytale-type of love

like I used to when I was a little one.

I wish for the real-type of love,

the one that swaps you off your feet,

to show you the-world-you've-always-been-missing kind of love;

the one love that shows you to breathe 

giving you the breath you've been lacking for so long.

Life hasn't been more perfect.

I wish for all 

and desire it all

keeping it close to my heart.

I wish for the one and only love 

that gives me the strength to keep 

believing in the "one day":

One day I'll feel it;

One day I'll know how it feels; 

One day it will be close enough 

for me to brush it 

enough to give me life;

One day I'll have my turn in 

my own romance novel.

I have all this hope!

Will he be hopeful,

like I've always learnt to be 

in the years I counted in beliefs and desires?!