Poetry From A Caged Soul

Wishes

I guess I just don't understand

How she can me made up

Of the same stuff I am

And still be more than

I ever could be

Or ever was

Often I wish I were a wish

Or someone's shooting star

Penny in the well

First butterfly in spring

Birthday candle

I wonder if I could ever be worth

A superstition or hope

Whatever it is or isn't

I wish to feel wished for