What She Wished
She wished you were there
to guide her
to hold her
or just brush her hair
She wished you had been a good man
and showed her what its like,
To have good men surrounding
But now she lays crying after a fight
But...
You became a Brutus
Much soon judus
She walks her path alone
She holds her head up high
She no longer needs you, nor wants you
There is no need for her to cry
But wishes cannot be tamed,
unatainable dreams,
She wishes only for one thing.
You
This poem is about:
Me