I wish, and I wish so much, just to be in someone's heart,
I wish, with all my heart, to be the one that's carried in heart,
I have been in brain, in fantasies and plays, easy they say,
Unlike all those girls who wish to be pretty, I do not pray,
At least next time, I won't mistake, lust for love and shed tears,
Difficult tasks, be the heartthrobe- woman in dreams, I be for years.
But then, somewhere, I realized this is not what I want as me,
The real fight is to be in someone's heart, which I never be,
Wish I weren't pretty, the stares of admiration- I mistake as heart,
Hope for someone to look and see a heart full of love seeking last,
Dream to have a heart to love me with all their be, and I would elate,
Alas, I am just that girl to be dolled and left, not to be worshiped in heart.
If only someone could see me rather than all of my face and what I pretend,
If only someone could love me for who I am and all my tears would end.
It's all in vain, these wishes and lines, no one would see, no one can,
Still I hope,for I should live and I put up this pretty face these stares can't tan.
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Quote:
"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." -Seuss.
Written by my broken heart incapable of receiving any love.
~Chaahat
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