And so I finished the letter
And you too finished your text
There may be good reasons, lies aplenty
but in the end my irises grew like lilies.
And so, it is over.
Whatever I thought was going on
I may be able to fool you once- but twice I cannot
I gave you every 11:11, every foolish wish and cry
My tears and crys, dedicated to you, when all I wanted was to die.
Maybe, in another life, we could be whole.
But something sits between us, yes,
Whether be my sorrow or your hole.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 9:56 PM UTC
And so I finished the letter
And you too finished your text
There may be good reasons, lies aplenty
but in the end my irises grew like lilies.
And so, it is over.
Whatever I thought was going on
I may be able to fool you once- but twice I cannot
I gave you every 11:11, every foolish wish and cry
My tears and crys, dedicated to you, when all I wanted was to die.
Maybe, in another life, we could be whole.
But something sits between us, yes,
Whether be my sorrow or your hole.
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