11:11. Gazing at the night sky, with nothing on my mind, except the thought of you and I.
Crickets chirping, sky clear. Why do I wish you were here?
Your deep eyes, your warm smile. God. Your laugh, it could stop the world for a while.
Hour by hour, time ticks away. Slowly the night, turns to day.
Dusk will arrive, and my head will still spin.
To love, or to not? That I ponder, as the crickets chirp, and my heart just can't win.
11:11, still I wish, your gaze, your eyes, even your kiss.
Falling for you, wasn't exactly the plan.
Please, I hope, your heart is where I land.
sky filled with diamonds, wishing on shooting stars.
It is now 11:12, the time of moving on...

His eyes, his lips.
His hair, his kiss.

Hand in hand,
Soul around heart.
How in the hell, did this all start?

Perhaps a single look, one word spoke.
Darling, our love has been awoke.

His soul, his laugh.
A word, his touch.

Baby, one glance, and I'll completely fall apart.

A kiss in the dark,
Hands through his perfect hair.

Does he have any idea how hard it is to not let him see me stare?

Two hearts, both know,
that with time, their love grows.

Who knows were this will lead them.

Just a stupid girl, dumb and in love.
Just a perfect boy, do you think he knows?

All she is, in her twisted, crazy, wild mind,
is thoughts of


Him.

Boy, if only you knew, the perfection within you... and your chestnut brown eyes.

As the light hits, your now golden eyes, once deep and doomed, now brightens the room. Takes over the world, and all that's within. All that's left to do is wish. Wish to catch your intelligent glance, that chestnut bliss.

Of all the eyes, green, hazel, and blue, yours wins by far, the perfect chaos, as though in safe arms.

Your deep, thoughtful gaze, could stop time. Your dark, warm look, keeps one thinking for days.

Not enough credit, your eyes are given, the perfection ******* by none.

If only you knew, my words to be true, your warm chestnut gaze.

As the light hits your eyes, the dark, shimmering glow, I think it is important for you to know, the effect of your perfect brown eyes...

"The little girl could not sleep, for her thoughts where way to deep. The little girl, gone for a stroll, had fallen down the rabbit hole..."

Further and further, the girl screamed as she fell, till she finally landed, in what appeared to be the bottom of a well.

the little girl, clutching her shall, felt along the muddy wall. Keeping calm, occupied by her thoughts, found a door, of course, its locked.

No. She did not kick, she did not cry, for her mind led her to wonder why..

Why is it locked?
What things lay inside?
Is it a way out?
Is it where the wild things hide?

Feeling her hair, she felt for a pin.

In it went, jiggling the lock, till it let her in.

So, if your mind runs wild too, be wary where it wanders too, for the hole is still here today, and is where the now not so little me plays....

Honey, your perfect...
Eyes dark and perfectly brown, though brown is a basic word.

Your eyes are a whirl,
of golden dreams and chocolaty sweets.
Takes away my breath, when our eyes finally meet.

They say yours are bland, with no future or life plans,
but babe, I see right through that.

Thoughtful, intelligence. You cast a deep warning glance.
I knew you'd hear

Eyes deep, glowing, a golden night sky.
Wisdom older than your age. Darling can't you see?
Step out of your cage!

Your perfect. Eyes will glisten, all heads will turn to listen, when my brown eyed babe, takes to stage.

Show them who you are, calm in a world of rage...

This is to you, my brown eyed babe.

You'd think I'd learn by now, that feeling only ****.

You'd think learn by now,
that you don't want me. Not even a little.....

Or maybe you do. I tell myself that I'm insane, that it's never mean't to be, but try telling that to my crazy heart, when your lips are on me... You'd think I'd learn to move on, even after it all, but I don't. I still picture us, your hands on my hips, lips moving on lips, the secrecy and my fall...

But it's not mean't to be. You'd think I'd learn to stop hoping, to understand that your just leading me on... But I don't get it. I don't get that we'd be wrong. Though bitter sweet thought's rush in my head, I still haven't learn't, that you want her instead.

You'd think I'd learn, That we couldn't love, at least not you to me, and that it's wrong to even dream, but I don't learn....
Either I'll figure it out some day, or I won't, but not in a million quotes, are we mean't to be, because as it seems, you haven't learned to love me...