i wish a poet would write my life for me but i wish he had written me with green eyes or with a smile that glows like sun on the snow and lastly, i wish for a heart of pure gold.
one that shines through my shell of modesty. i wish a poet would shape my confusion into the shapes i see in the clouds so that they become more clear
& to write me out with more hope in my tattered heart and glimmer in my deep eyes
i wish i had been written with delicate fingers and a cautious tongue, two of which wouldn't ruin what i care for or cause any harm
i'd give and give to have a pen meant to create meant to patch me up, the messed up spots and write me into a better girl.