Through the rainwashed glass
Of my hostel room window.
Watching the grey of the weeping sky
Dissolve into the green of the dancing leaves.
A sweet pain of longingness in my lonely heart.
A bitter joy of holding onto false hopes.
The void in me growing bigger
With each passing moment;
Screaming for more space,
Overflowing through my eyes.
Sitting here on my bed,
Hugging my pillow,
Wishing for a thousand wishes.
Wishing that I could go back home;
Wishing that the rain would never stop;
Wishing that you were here to catch my teardrops.
Even though I know that wishes never come true.