I wish, I am not as hopeless as the moon
who’s always praying to see the sun.
I wish, I am as gorgeous as the red flower
that blooms during summer.
I wish I was her,
but no,
I can’t be her.
I will never be her.
Even I wanted to be.
the moment you told me, she was that girl
you wish to have.
I’ve found the sole reason why dark clouds cry,
they can’t handle the pain.


Words by: CJ Sanchez
Photo: Copy to the owner


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