A week's worth
A dozen white roses
A lovely prose poem
A million phone dozes
Afternoon teas at Dome

A pillar to lean on
A hole to hide in
A love I always wished to have
But now I feel nothing

I'm but a dented wreck
A broken glass
A spitful of fire
That'll never last

I don't wish to hurt
I don't wish to harm
For a love I cannot return
A love that will not come


Sometimes when you wish too hard for something, it will not turn out the way you want it. Sometimes when you don't wish for anything, things will go the way you want it.