Wishes
I can throw my wish
Into a well
But it won't be granted
Well,
Because yours was first
And it wasn't me
But out of curiosity
I often wonder
If my wish will ever be
And you will
Want
Me
-M
From Heart
Sensations of the heart
A wind thrust upon the chest
Sounds that form lines of art
Flowers bloomed and blessed
Sensations of the heart
To surface all of the repressed
Remnants of paper torn apart
Everything coming to arrest
Sensations of the heart
-M