Wishful Thinking
I hope that there is a kind place, in outer space, that can erase the place of a frowning face, and less than love-filled days.
I dream that there is a well in hell that accepts pennies and “wish me wells” for hopeful hearts that simply forgot to swell.
I pray that there is a star in the sky, that’s not just a line in a forgotten lullaby, that sheds more light, and that isn’t just another night satellite.
I believe that there is a smile, that is worthwhile, that makes me crave a life of more than just survival, and that will bring falling in love back into style.
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