I dream of possibilities and not the probability. Call me crazy but I believe wishes come true with the click of my fingers and the flicker of my tongue.
I dreamed of tomorrow But chased my yesterday I wear my heart like a dried ink stain Black and misshapen I like to pretend it didn't happen Some things bring it all back Memories fatally attack A scent A stray thought Frozen on the floor Trembling in knots Perhaps I really am that ***** I know not when I became filled with such rot
I have no more poems left in me, The moonless sky has taken them all away, And because stars are beautiful I let them be, Hoping they would light up your way.