poems from a lonely girl

Day 6- I still wish

Dear Diary,

After 2 years, i still wish that things could have gone differently.

I still wish that same wish on every fallen eyelash,

I still wish on every coin that i dropped in those fountains,

I still wish that wish on my birthday

I still wish that wish at 11:11
and 00:00
and 22:22

I still wish that wish when I see a four leaved clover.

Deep inside there's still a flame of hope, burning eternally.

You can hate me, and ignore my pitiful attempts to fix things

But this flame,it's unable to be snuffed out.