off top: parte nueve; espero que...

[virgolectual]

As seasons roll over like cingular minutes
I just want to take a singular minute and
reflect...as corny as it may sound...
on my wishes...

For as long as I could remember, I wished
I had the power to dry your tears
I wished
I had the courage to
banish your fears
I wished I had the means
to return to you what years
upon years
had taken from you...

Ever since I met you I've wished
that I could fill that space
be the reason a smile creeps
upon your face
make your past leave your mind
without a trace
put you in a better place...
safe, in the depths of my heart...

Before this season changes, I wish
to have a love that I can call ours alone
to have a reason to spend an hour on the phone
to have a muse, breathing life into every tone...
to have something to call my very own...
my own.