more poems bc y not ^^
Wishing Well
His eyelids trickle downÂ
Into a sea of empty promises
An ocean of regret
A great pond of morbid curiosity
A deep blue of lost time
An endless lake of almost being good enough
Cold and uninviting
Only meant to be noticedÂ
By the heartbroken and depressed
Only to be wished away
By a dandelion or a shooting star
But the wishing well isn't working
Pet!
Jumping
Leaping
Squirming
Drooling
Sopping
Wet.
Good Little Girl.
No, sir.
I wouldn't dareÂ
get in the way
of you.
I know you love me,
i think.
Don't worry, sir.
You can doÂ
what you need to,
whatever you want.
Iâll stay quiet
like a good little girl.



















