Wish

This is a kind of poem/collection of thoughts I had at 4 in the morning it’s called Wish and is more than likely going to be terrible.

Wish

I suppose that there are many things I could wish

For:

Gold, Diamonds, Time Travel, Future Sight,

The ability to write half decent poems.

But I guess the thing I wish for now is some understanding

That I don’t act in the way people want me too

That I do care about you and want to protect you even if your being stupid

That I think your the most special person in this world

It kills me when you cannot understand the man you took so much pride in

And even though I plead with you you just cannot understand so as I wish

Among the stars this morning please hear my cry

For you to just know that I love you and

That I am trying I know that I am not perfect but still

Just

Try to

Understand your star

Once Again

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