Wish On The Well Poem by L.A Barboza

Sparks fly,
Between little traces of blinking stars.
Light flies,
Between the deep shine of the gloomy sky.

Light raises from the abysm,
To avoid the suffocating pain of the cataclysm.
Missery drains the reamins of my soul,
And everything reflects to the sweet rain of the snow.

Looking at the mirror,
To see what you hated the most.
The face of a broken part,
The being that destroyed your heart.

Stars lean down to kiss you,
And I´m just going to miss you.
But I just want to tell you,
That my hand really never held you.

Heaven is the goal I want to achieve,
But you distract my piercing poetry.
I wish that to God I wrote this,
But I just want to remind myself,
That even throwing a wish on the well,
This poems are only for you to tell.