Poem That Always End Up In Dustbin

I wish I could write a poem
Colour with beautiful lines
Flow with the rhyme
Where it would take your breath away.

Lines fill with butterflies
Fireflies light the words
Till the last words of the poems
Like a fairyland.

An acrostic fill with shooting star
After every line close your eyes
Make a wish
Where every wishes comes through.

I wish I could write a poem
Where it would take your breath away
I wish you could understand
But it always end up in dustbin.
Chorow Kape.