pretty w i s h e s
with white feathers
touched by the kisses
of angels
how empty
her soul was
when she didn’t fit into
that red dress
d o n ’ t smile
just cry
this only adds up
to the stress
c o m e to consume her soul
with distress
falling back into
the bed
let it soak up
her feelings
no one
needs to know
she wishes
to be pretty
but her wishes
never come t r u e.
YOU ARE READING
11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
