11:11
Cynical and insecure
praying for miracles
since I was a girl.
Every shooting star,
Every birthday candle
all those nights
11:11
Dandelions
Tossing fortunes into wells.

Its all *******.

A wish is a word
hollow
full of false hope
and broken hearts and wings

we waste our breath
and dream
in vain
rise among galaxies
and crash back down
Just like the falling stars
we wished upon
we die
and
fall

and that is the end.