Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t have been one.
Feels so wrong, not saying what I feel.
Not being a critter of emotions.
Loving you was like admiring the North Star. But expressing it was harder than finding a tear in the ocean.
Something I’ve invariably been. The core of my spirit.
I wish I would’ve been good with words, not a shy skimp.
I wish I could tell you that you were the ultimate destination I had in my map.
Oh, how I wish you would’ve been here with me now.