I wish

I wish i could write a poem that

You

Would find in a diary where i write

To

My friends long forgotten that dwell

Do

Forever in my mind like a scar

You

Would not find it cozy i assure

You

Would flee from my poem just as I

Do

In the nights i reproach in my heart

Who

Brought light in my timeline as night

Drew

For a time that was never meant to rewind

No

Now i dream of days where i could write

To

My sufferings from a time when I was

Blue

And confess of a poem I hid from

Them

Which lied in the shade of a withered

Stem

Of whose petals you see how they’re

Unkempt

As my desires for a life

Outside my

Contempts