Kelly Zion

(11/27/1994)

Broken Wish


My true love ten thousand miles away
or ten million, it could be more,
the fireflies have already flied away,
but here I stand, looking forward.
The sun always rises on me
but then it sets, leaving me behind
I'm left here with no one
as darkness closes from both sides.
But I don't stand alone here,
because I know who I am,
I could be a thousand tears,
but they're all held inside a dam.
These deserts are so eroded
with empty rivers of dreams
but I already know that
I won't let you die this way.
I pinpoint your heart on my map
so I can see the way
in your arms I won't be sad,
the broken canyons form a plain
that'll take me from this land
and lead me from tomorrow's rain,
so in your arms I won't be sad,
if you really do exist,
our hearts are like broken glass
that crack at every broken wish.

Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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