over these words bottled up
inside of me.
All of these stories
desperate to be free.
Staring at the sky,
watching the planes go by,
pretending that each one
is a shooting star passing by;
as I make wishes for this
foolish heart of mine.
Now I begin to wonder,
is this how people
lose their minds?
Guess I'm wishing my life away
with these things I'll never say.
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