Wednesday
I wrote once that I believed the stars ignored us, kept to themselves while we wished
and hung on every piece of them. Now, I believe they do not ignore us, but
that we are so busy looking for the miracles we asked for
(
Heal me. Grant me happiness. Take away this sadness.
)
that we miss the small wishes they grant us. The
wishes that we did not ask for, but that will help
us get through each day so we can achieve
those miracles we wished for
on our own.
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
