Wishing Well

Stand atop the wishing well in the dark of the night. Passing the time. Not a
star in sight. Not even one. Not one to make an empty wish on. Cross my
heart and hope to die. If I break apart with this lie. The time keeps on passing
but you remain the same. And your love still remains. I make a wish on a
prayer as a tear falls down the well. I never hear the fall. It's as if the wish
was too tall. I make a wish on a prayer. Hoping you're still there. Don't give
up on me now. Don't give up on my yet. Hindsight is always such a sight. In
predicting the weather and how things ought to be. Send your rain and relieve
me from this tongue twisted pain. I was too tall. Crumbling I drop a rock and
hear the echoesof the screams as it plunges to it's death at the bottom. At the
bottom I find my heart. I believed when they moved their lips. I didn't take
my eyes off theirs. All the right words and all the right convincing. I closed my
eyes and jumped in, spinning. Prologue to the foreclosure of a heart. I see you
at the top of the well with open arms and a smile. You wish me well.