I was going to make a wish
But instead I find myself writing
Because I know that wishes don't come true

The first time I wanted to kiss you was last year
Yet I still have not felt your lips
And the first time I wished to ******* was months ago
Yet I still have not intertwined your body with mine
And the first time I wished to hold you was weeks ago
Yet still I have not felt you in my arms

You may call me cynical
But I have given up on wishes and miracles
For I know they do not come true

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