I want to stop wishing upon every shooting star
and counting down to 11:11. I want to stop hoping
my wish will come true with every silver penny in
the lake and every wishbone broke. I want to stop
blowing dandelions and candles as though they hold
my future, I want to sweep away my fallen lashes
without closing my eyes so tight that they hurt
just to hope for another silly wish to be granted.
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mid night poetry( part 1)
PoetryAbout mid night poetry :collection of dark poems that I use to write or have written at night ! "I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'l...
