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Layla Emory Holt Mar 2015
Look at the clock
See the pattern
Four ones
Two elevens

People often comment
Even you it seems
How much
I make just a few numbers mean

But don't you remember
That chilly morning
When you asked the question
You had wished would
Change
Everything

You wanted me to be yours
And when I said no
I didn't mean it

And when I said no
I wanted it

And when I wished that day
on 11/11/11
at 11:11:11

I wished for a future where
I could change my answer

And so now
When I see the clock
Hit those magic numbers
I hold the present day
On the silver platter
Up high
That I should have put
You on

So long, long ago
Make a wish.
Layla Emory Holt Mar 2015
Close my eyes
Just for a second
Time flies
The past is beckoned

Colorful leaves
Cover the trees
When they start to fall
You usually leave

But not this time
We have made it this far
Maybe this is a sign
That we'll have forever this time

Open my eyes
Wish on a star
Smile deep on the inside
And be happy for where we are
Layla Emory Holt Mar 2015
Strumming on a string
Singular notes
Becoming a singular song
Building a tune

The feel, the mood
Creating a space
Open for the taking

Because a song is nothing
If it makes you feel nothing
And a feeling is nothing
If it's not relatable

After establishing
How you feel
Next come the words
You know how to say them
But the timing
Means everything

Stringing together
A feeling
With words
To tell another
How you feel

Three words
Eight letters
They just don't feel like enough
I love you.
Layla Emory Holt Mar 2015
The calm before the storm
Born again in new form

Our destruction
Comes from within
No matter how often
We say never let it end

So used to the goodbyes
And all the hidden lies
Keeping secrets behind your beautiful eyes
Crying silent but meaningful cries

But if we keep our eyes
On the prize
And never say our goodbyes
Gone forever will be the cruel and silent cries

When we do this well
There is nothing I wouldn't do
This love I want to keep
I will always come back to you

So let's do this right
The end will never be in sight
Layla Emory Holt Mar 2015
Your green eyes
Watching the sun rise
In the orange skies
Crazy how fast the time flies

I try to peel away my gaze
But all I see is your face
Left in a summer daze
We’ll take our time, this love is not a race

“Let’s get out of here”
You’ll whisper in my ear
How about we run
To the California sun

Run away together
Put a sign on the door
Saying we’ve gone to better weather
And we don’t live here anymore

Maybe we’ll regret it a ton
But maybe we’ll have finally won
All we have to do is run
To the California sun

— The End —