I wish I was made of windows,
so you could see right through me.
I’m drowning in this muck,
what mud!
& nobody can view me.
I am, I live,
I love & breathe;
some may say,
A being!
But tragedy is as tragedy goes,
& nobody believes me.
So I’ll sit right here & wrinkle my nose
until you open your eyes
to meet me.
All poems and stories are written by, and property of Courtney M Watson - Secrets of a Wish Flower; A place for me to 'get on paper' my deepest cravings and outlooks on this...
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Sunday, January 19, 2020
The Deepest Wish
Carry this pocket watch,
my shallow heart's-dream.
I will be grateful
to have ever been seen.
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