If I ever found a genie,
Inside a magic lamp,
The three things I would wish for,
Could not be fit under a stamp.My first wish would've my freedom,
With no more endless war,
Just one day I could be happy,
Without it being an endless chore.My second wish would be my friends,
That Id never have to leave them again,
For a world without them in it,
Isn't a world worth living in.My third wish would be my family,
That they would always get along,
So they would never fight again,
Making the other feel like they don't belong.My wishes may sound simple,
But they hold the weight of my world,
It's what drives the sadness away,
And keeps it away, safely stored.
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Journal Of The Fallen
PoetryThis is a journal of poetry I've written over the years