𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

I sought for the scent of the blooming
flowers, the crumbling touch of its petals
under my finger

I wished to be loved like fantasies are
adored

         But wishing is a dangerous thing
         It can tell you that you it will show     
         you sunlight , but instead it's just a flashlight
 
          I stopped with dreaming a long time ago
          I was to tired to get poisoned all the time