Stop wishingI want to stop wishing upon every shooting starMore Like This
and counting down to 11:11. I want to stop hoping
my wish will come true with every silver penny in
the lake and every wishbone broke. I want to stop
blowing dandelions and candles as though they hold
my future, I want to sweep away my fallen lashes
without closing my eyes so tight that they hurt
just to hope for another silly wish to be granted.