I wish.

I wish all the things I saw were beautiful.
I really do.
I can't explain.
telling you I'm falling,
is a regretful pain,
I'd rather say I'm flying.
simply so you could believe,
the beauty I see,
in those starry skies,
you like to whisper about.
when truly all I see is dark abyss.
Of nothingness.
I wish all things I saw were beautiful.
I really do.
Then maybe I could finally fall in love with you.