you, a shooting star
that zoomed past so fast
i missed the opportunity
to make a wish
when i blinkedme, a dreamer
looking out my window
as if the stars were
little genies waiting
to make my wishes
come true.(and i dream my whole life away.)
YOU ARE READING
i think too much
Poetrywhen i was seven i couldn't wait to be seventeen. now i just want it to end. h © 2018