Rheana Cherie writes fiction for the greater good of realistic, hopeless romantics and hopes to create a better world through the written word.
I’m made to love
not to be loved in return
No meant to be’s
or wishes on stars
for the person meant for me
Only dark nights spent
mapping twinkling lights
blinking overhead
As wishes are granted
for others less broken
than I
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