Sunday, August 1, 2010

wish

I would use a wish. Maybe a few. Bring me back to a time when the bank didn't exist.

I was 6, and I stopped dreaming. I never had the kind of audacity to say "I want this", even so, what I want doesn't seem relevant.

Sure, you wouldn't say anything to discourage me, but I was up at night hiding in the dark, listening to the fights. If I could do something to pay for this, then maybe it would stop, and the hurt would stop.

I understood what it meant when you told me you'd be so proud of when we grew up and made lot of money.

If that is all I am to you, then maybe I should re-evaluate what you are to me.



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