September 7, 2015


i wish we could get rid of fine print
I wish people would say what they meant
I wish rich people would spend every cent
Yeah I wish

I wish you knew I tried
that I tried to love you even when I lied
I wish when I broke your heart mine died
Yeah I wish

But my wishes seem to be vapors
So quickly they disappear
I close my eyes wanting you
and open them and you’re not here
So I pull out my pen and put ink to paper
It all looks good but then…reality becomes the eraser
Yeah I wish

©2015 Wayne Box Miller

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