I wish I were the sun.
Bright and happy.
Beams of light.
The thing people look forward to seeing.
I wish I were the moon.
Dark and mysterious.
Shapeshifting silver disc.
The thing people stay up late to see.
I wish I were the stars.
Sparkling and magical.
Thousands of possibilities.
The things people wish upon.
When I turned five, I wished for new Barbies.
So I could play pretend on the playground.
When I turned eight, I wished for new slime.
So I could make big slime bubbles with my friends.
Poetry is my way of expression.
I have recently discovered this.
A way to say my thoughts with intention.
It makes my mind empty but full of bliss.
Poetry is my new obsession.
my day started sad.
nothing could make it better,
but then I saw you
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