Wishes. (Possibly impossible ones.)

I wish I had a pretty way with words like poets do.
Or writers. 

I wish I always knew all the right things to say.
So I could always make you smile like you make me.
(And maybe it’d be cool to be able to converse with other people.) 
(Maybe… Probably not.)

I wish I always had time to do things I like.
A couple more hours in a day is all I’m asking for.