Maybe if wishing wells were real
I'd be able to throw a coin
Wish myself away from all this pain
You've inflicted on my brain
Get myself a new set of eyes
That don't tear up when you cross my mind
Lips that will finally form a smile
A tongue I can bite back from calling out your name
Wish for a new life
One where you're not the only thing on my mind
YOU ARE READING
Teardrop Words
Poetrya midnight journal. thoughts by a broken, bruised, lost mind. trigger warnings inside.
