Two words to start the universe.
Two words with endless possibilities.
Wishing has so many options and open ends,
when I wish upon a star, it seems a feeble attempt.
Knowing the truth of it all, my will it bends,
forced to have hopeless hope show on my face and kept.
My heart yearns for the worst of desires,
for all wishing to provide logic and reason.
Keeping up my facade sparks my deepest fires,
yet secretly I wish for a change of this season.
Words can start a fight or even end a war,
they can either give or take away all hope.
Pleasant they may be yet sting your core,
these two words only serve purpose of learning to cope.
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