Posted in Prose, Relationships

I Wish, Oh, How I Wish

If I could
write poems and such
to make foreign women swoon,
I would

If I had the talent
that made them beg for more
and I, while I twirled my pen,
pondered deep thoughts
and even much deeper expectations
for doing such,

If only, it were me
that could do such tricks
and fool those foreign women
into believing, me to be
so special

If only, I could….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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