I just want to wish on every shooting star I see ,
Wish on every 11:11,
wish on every wish bone there is,
and on every dandelion I see.
That one day you will love me the way I love you.
But there's no shooting stars tonight
It's passed 11:11
It's not thanksgiving.
And dandelions haven't bloomed around me in years.
I think some wishes are never meant to come true.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoesíaI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
