i wish for a boy who will uncurl my hand from latching onto my sleeve.
i wish for a boy who will call me "my love" in different languages.
i wish for a boy who knows when I lie.
i wish for a boy who knows when I cry.
and i wish for a boy who could die for me.
yet i'll simply wish for a boy.
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Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
