Every Wish
I always end up thinking about you,
Even when I promise myself not to;
It's like you are forever on my mind,
And somehow all my thoughts lead to you;
I wish for you on every shooting star,
On every dandelion that I find,
And no Christmas is ever complete,
Without asking Santa to make you mine;
Because to me,
No one means as much as you,
And Lara Jean may have written love letters to five guys,
But all mine were addressed only to you.
YOU ARE READING
THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
