We wish for certain things,
from solid dreams to infatuated flings.
We wreck havoc the wish-granting factory we thought had existed,
From money to life, endless wishes we had listed.
But I must say my wish is different,
My intention was not the same with the others, not a bit was it coherent.
My wish was something unique,
Something I myself would forever keep.
Yet deep down the improbability of this wish was existing,
How I begged to have even just a bit of that something.
This dream was somehow at a touch yet so far away,
It was my goal right from the start up until today.
Wishes dreamt are wishes sent,
might as well wishes wasted and wishes bent.
We wish for certain dreams that would complete our lives,
From our handsome grooms to our dashing future wives.
Yet mine was still the first step yet I hadn't held it yet,
It's okay I do not feel any pain, please don't fret.
I roam my eyes and I was a witness on everyone's wishes that were granted,
This little dream of mine was all I ever wanted.
Want to know what this dream was all about?
This was about a love that I prayed and cried to sprout.
Grow within someone's heart as he recognizes me,
But to weep and imagine that's all I can ever be.
I wish there was an Us,
How my life would have been happier if it was.
If it was brought to life and flashed before my eyes,
yet now I clasp my hollow heart and silently watch as it dies.
(12/27/14 11:02 pm)
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