I Want To Be a Poem
I want to be a poem
written on a blank paper
put in with a wine bottle
folded into an aeroplane
to be made a wish upon
I want to be trapped in a glass bottle
traversing thousands of miles of the vast sea
To be opened up with a prying hand
curious eyes and a wandering mind
To be shook off the sand from
to be blessed in a lover’s embrace
I, want to be a poem
Free, bound, engraved, forgotten
Lost, found, taken and given
By someone I have never known
By someone I have never seen
By someone I would never meet
By someone I have already lost
I want to be a poem..
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