Wishing Well

On the edge, she's teetering. Which way will it be?
Longing for something...she's never seen.
Wishing on a star?
Probably not.

One chooses despair. Or, do they really?
Bittersweet tongues...ah, but aplenty.
Burning desire?
Probably not.

Just like fragrance, it's only temporary.
Two hearts, entwined. Yet, pierced from past wounds.
An accident?
Probably not.

Which path should she choose? Or, how does one know?
Magical mystery, dizzy despair, honestly hopeful, or plain positive.
Anyone care?
Probably not.