Wishes are fleeting
Silly, soulful, little things
Like a desire to be
The knight in shining armor
Yet she can not
Perhaps its not meant
Even if she desires
To be the savior
Crueler minds would inquire
Do they deserve grace from fire
But not a loving heart
She pines over this quagmire
She would wish
For words to be saviors
But reality is harsh
Always the cruel mistress
So she tries
To bite her tongue
For her words
Will help none
Wishes are fleeting
Silly, soulful, little things
Like a desire to be
The knight in shining armor
2009 © Poetic