A Cinderella
pumpkin story with no glass slipper.
A sky with a
million stars and no big dipper.
A moon that
lights the sky with no first star to wish on.
A pumpkin
carriage ride and no girl to kiss on.
Wreck less
as it seems streaking across the sky
Smashing all
my dreams on a pumpkin carriage ride.
Wish on me
while I burn in your face
Kiss on me
and try to learn to swallow and not taste
More like a
comet than a shooting star
I wonder how
long it takes to forget who you are.
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