I wish, and I wish so much, just to be in someone's heart,

I wish, with all my heart, to be the one that's carried in heart,

I have been in brain, in fantasies and plays, easy they say,

Unlike all those girls who wish to be pretty, I do not pray,

At least next time, I won't mistake, lust for love and shed tears,

Difficult tasks, be the heartthrobe- woman in dreams, I be for years.

But then, somewhere, I realized this is not what I want as me,

The real fight is to be in someone's heart, which I never be,

Wish I weren't pretty, the stares of admiration- I mistake as heart,

Hope for someone to look and see a heart full of love seeking last,

Dream to have a heart to love me with all their be, and I would elate,

Alas, I am just that girl to be dolled and left, not to be worshiped in heart.

If only someone could see  me rather than all of my face and what I pretend,

If only someone could love me for who I am and all my tears would end.

It's all in vain, these wishes and lines, no one would see, no one can,

Still I hope,for I should live and I put up this pretty face these stares can't tan.

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Quote:

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."   -Seuss.

Written by my broken heart incapable of receiving any love.

~Chaahat