Wishing

There’s a light in your eyes that never goes out in the cold, dark recesses of your soul.

You are cold and completely, utterly mine.

But this is what happens when there are sparks in your heart.

When you dream about silly silver linings within the clouds.

I wish that you could be mine.

Truly I do.

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

But maybe I’m the only one wishing on the stars.