It couldn't have been more then a typical day.
But then my breath was taken away.
A boy, who was about 5 feet tall.
He had the answers to my call.
All I wanted was a simple wish.
To be answered with no more then a kiss.
But instead I get a fortune cookie.
I dug my hand far in a box.
I pick my random one and then I start to walk.
I crack it open and read the inside.
To me it was like a comforting prize.
It said to me, "With every love becomes a poet."
That's when I knew I had to show it.
I folded it up and put it in my pocket.
It stayed it my heart like a I locked it.
The next morning I walk up to find.
That my fortune was no where not even in plain sight.
I then started to think.
Where could it be?
Next to my heart where no-one can see?
One last thought to where it could be.
But I knew where it was.
Taken in the small spot in my heart.
Were to was he.