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.:wishing well:. Stand atop the wishing well in the dark of the night. Passing the time. Not a star in sight. Not even one. Not one to make an empty wish on. Cross my heart and hope to die. If I break apart with this lie. The time keeps on passing but you remain the same. And your love still remains. I make a wish on a prayer as a tear falls down the well. I never hear the fall. It's as if the wish was too tall. I make a wish on a prayer. Hoping you're still there. Don't give up on me now. Don't give up on my yet. Hindsight is always such a sight. Inpredicting the weather and how things ought to be. Send your rain and relieve me from this tongue twisted pain. I make a wish on a prayer as a tear falls down the well. I never hear the fall. It's as if the wish was too tall. Crumbling I drop a rock and hear the echoes of the screams as it hits the bottom. At the bottom I find my heart. I believed when they moved their lips. I didn't take my eyes off theirs. All the right words and all the right convincing. I closed my eyes and jumped in, spinning. Prologue to the foreclosure of a heart. I see you at the top of the well with open arms and a smile. At the top of the well. You're wishing me well. Post a comment in response: |
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