What She Wished

She wished you were there

to guide her

to hold her

or just brush her hair


She wished you had been a good man

and showed her what its like,

To have good men surrounding

But now she lays crying after a fight




You became a Brutus

Much soon judus


She walks her path alone

She holds her head up high

She no longer needs you, nor wants you

There is no need for her to cry


But wishes cannot be tamed,

unatainable dreams,

She wishes only for one thing.



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