I can not help but be jealous of all the stars in the sky. Each one being worshipped like a god about to arise.
Wish apon a star like a genie in a lamp. Thinking it's a being when it's really just a trap.
Dreaming and dreaming I keep on believing. Will my wish come true or am I just being used as a tool. Maybe I'm getting played like a loo with such a melodic toon, when I really want to be bound by that heartfelt sound.
I hope my wish comes true. I hope it will be found
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PoetryBasically, I post poetry. I would usually make the poem on a photo or on what I'm thinking about.
