Alright, God. I’ve learned my part—
you do read wishes from the heart.
But next time that you grant my plea,
could we discuss the fine print… please?
She showed up, yes—her laugh, her light,
a walking daydream dressed in night.
But love that glows from far away
just teaches hearts how not to stay.
So here’s my list. It’s not that long.
Just little things that feel less wrong:
A soul that sees the way I bend—
and doesn’t flinch, or just pretend.
A voice that warms, a gaze that stays,
a hand that holds on heavy days.
A love that’s here—not just online.
A little less divine... more mine.
She doesn’t need to move the skies,
just meet me where my quiet lies.
And maybe want to stay awhile—
not just a ghost behind a smile.
That’s all. I swear. No lightning signs.
Just someone real who chooses mine.
You got the heart, the spark, the kiss…
But next time, God—please proofread this.