Upon a Star

I know I’m not that kind of girl
That poets write about
That artists conjure imagery from
That musicians sing with their hearts to
There aren’t many qualities I have
To allow me to be a muse for anyone really
I’m also not a girl that gets kissed like in the movies
Not under a mistletoe
Or in the pouring rain
I’m not someone one wishes for
Not upon a star
Or daffodil petals
Not with an eyelash
Nor wish bone
And yet there is this yearning
Within the depth of me
That desires to grow into someone
Who is.
Maybe one day
Maybe one day someone will wish for me
And see me as everything they’d dreamed I’d be.

©AyalaRain