Whispering to the candles,
Sat upon my birthday dishes.
A thousand shiny pennies,
An army of well wishes.
Clock reads two elevens,
So I prayed again,
to the heavens.

I closed my eyes,
I took a breath,
Laid my eager head,
Down on your chest
Is it fate?
or the falling stars?
Thought to myself,
As I traced your scars.
I wished for you,
Before I knew your name.
I had called it happiness,
but you are one in the same.