I wish I could be the coziness of winter
You are so fond of.
I wish I could be the drizzle
You want yourself to get drenched in.
I wish I could be the twilight
You adore to kindled by every morning.
I wish I could be the tempest
You can drive out air of melancholy with.
I wish I could be the goblet of tequila
You gulp down so swiftly.
I wish I could be the vessel
You could pour all your mayhem into.
I wish I could be everything and anything
You ever asked for.
In return I only ask one thing,
In return I only ask one thing,
When I finally succumb to death
I wish for you to become the earth
And wrap me up in yourself.
It’s so presumptuous of me
To ask I guess, isn’t it?
I wish I could be…
Rogue Poet 