I WISH

i wish we could get rid of fine print

I wish people would say what they meant

I wish rich people would spend every cent

Yeah I wish

I wish you knew I tried

that I tried to love you even when I lied

I wish when I broke your heart mine died

Yeah I wish

But my wishes seem to be vapors

So quickly they disappear

I close my eyes wanting you

and open them and you’re not here

So I pull out my pen and put ink to paper

It all looks good but then…reality becomes the eraser

Yeah I wish

©2015 Wayne Box Miller