Wished Wish
POEM
If they had not told you,
You would still be here,
In hope that the Blackness of sea fades into;
A horizon that reveals hope for all the seconds our heart beats synced,
An island possibly filled with the most beautiful of all colours, lined up in
sequencing shades of never ending intimacy.
If they had not told you ,
you'll still be here,
Racing with me in hope that someday,
We will sit out in the Night skies of the Lobster Pot, served a bowl of Lobster dip
with some crispy tortilla chips, as we make the most beautiful sounds with the
clingy glasses of our clear Moscato,
Knowing nothing but pure bliss.
If they had not told you and you had not told me,
I'll still be lost in the soul
In the thick woods of love and faith
Where the paths and the footprints that took you away,
And the paths and footprints that made me stay, never meet.
I saw your eyes roll in and your heart strolling before your shadow faded, covered
by the Blackness of Sea. If they had not told you,
It is now only a wished wish.
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