Kites With No Strings
I wish…I wish a lot of things.
My wishes are kites with no strings.
They float on the breeze
leaving my outstretched fingers,
never to return.
Your words are a knife in my back,
left there to rust
like some evil broken wing,
making me unable to fly.
I can’t make my wishes come true.
I can’t even reach them anymore.
And I’ll certainly never have you.
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