The Wishing Box

maybe someday 

I'll learn to get up from the table

when love is no longer being served. 

maybe someday 

I'll learn to stop coming and trying

to reach someone that is simply unreachable.

maybe someday

I'll learn to walk away from what is temporary

and though unhinged,

maybe someday

I'll learn to heal what can be healed. 

and maybe someday

you'll learn to see beauty 

in wreckage, in dark places, like I do. 

maybe someday

you'll learn to touch what's broken:

to love it, instead of ripping it apart.

maybe someday

you'll learn the true meaning

of being strong. 

maybe someday 

you'll learn to shine despite the beautiful rain.

maybe someday 

we'll learn to let someone 

completely in. 

maybe someday 

we'll learn to forget someone

who breaks us, even the pain. 

maybe someday 

we'll learn to walk away from love

that only make us wonder. 

maybe someday

we'll learn to accept the love

that we always longed for. 

and maybe and hopefully 

someday come sooner 

than we hoped for.