W I S H E S
It's eleven eleven,
You make a wish,
Close your eyes,
His heart you miss.
You smile lightly,
And open one eye
Sigh in relief,
You didn't wish past the time.
The clock ticks over,
To twelve past,
A single tear rolls down your cheek,
Not to remember him you must.
You lay back down,
Take a deep breath,
Hoping for it to be your last,
Ignoring the ringing inside your head.
You finally exhale,
And gasp for air,
The burning in your lungs,
Your reality unfair.
For that one wish you make every night,
Your eyelids threatening to close,
But you must wish at that time,
To become as fortunate as all those.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
