I wish with
the sun
the ocean
the trees
the stars
all the moons in the whole solar system and the milky way itself.
I'd give it all away
To tell you you're beautiful
one more time.
But then again,
The Sun
The ocean
The trees
The stars
All the moons in the
whole solar system
And the milky way
isn't mine to give.
All I had was you
And you weren't
mine to give either.
But like God gives
life he gives death.
And you weren't mine to keep.
To tell you that you're beautiful.
I had my chance
And I blew it.
YOU ARE READING
Ode to the broken crystal.
Poetry"if heaven has books, may this one go to you." - Your Daughter.
