She wishes to collect memories from the heart
To live in the poetry, she can not write
She wishes not to be pretty, but to be seen as art
Instead, she cries silent tears each night
She wishes for all the time the world could miss
To do all the things her wishes desired
Deep down, she was scared of the unknowing bliss
That would come with the actions her wishes required
A granted wish is nothing more than a completed memory
Often one that's less magical than you were expecting
She'd rather daydream about instead of actually see
The wishes her heart spent years on perfecting
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
