# WritcoPoemChallenge
If only wishes can come true,
I have one or two or maybe a few,
And they're all about you.

Starry-eyed, I watch myself coming undone,
Blushing, I ask myself, Is this what I have become?

My heart, it races, my words, they stutter, the memory in my mind remains fresh even after ages.
This is a dangerous path to tread upon, yet I smile as I spill it all in the pages.

In between, my mumbles resides a wish,
a hope, a deal amid me and the one who lives in...