Sometimes i wish that i was different...
I wish my voice was scratchy and distorted like a microphone addicted to reverb
I wish my hair wasn't so thick and difficult but fine and easy like the weekends....
I wish my heart was shrewder, blacker, and colder like the first frost of fall
I wish my brain was witter less analytic and uncontrolably unlikely to communicate with my heart
I wish my hands were frail and boney like a skeletons unable to feel others pain
I wish my bones were brittle, tired, and better at betraying the longing to be touched..
I wish...
I wish i wasn't praised for being different all of the time...
Deep down were all the same...
Waving more than drowning.....
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I wish that my hair was thick and unruly.
I wish that my heart was less black, less pessimistic, and less cold.
I wish that I possessed the goodness that you inherently own.
I wish that I was praised for being different.
I wish that I was coming to Philly this weekend to see my favorite twins.
I wish that you two realized how amazing you are.
The grass is always greener I guess.
But I do wish that my voice was scratchy also. That shit is hot.
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