It’s time she says,
to make a wish
and peck the clock.
I’d love a kiss.
Ask what I wish
and with reply,
I say I can’t say.
It won’t comply.
With truth I wish
the same every time.
To be with you
and your beauty sublime.
Maybe I’m falling;
it seems like a crush.
Perfect figure for me.
Maybe it’s lust.
Purely she’s beautiful
with light skin of pearl.
Pleasant green eyes,
look my way, girl.
It’s 11:11 when you say,
“Make a wish.”
I kiss the clock
hoping for bliss.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
It’s time she says,
to make a wish
and peck the clock.
I’d love a kiss.
Ask what I wish
and with reply,
I say I can’t say.
It won’t comply.
With truth I wish
the same every time.
To be with you
and your beauty sublime.
Maybe I’m falling;
it seems like a crush.
Perfect figure for me.
Maybe it’s lust.
Purely she’s beautiful
with light skin of pearl.
Pleasant green eyes,
look my way, girl.
It’s 11:11 when you say,
“Make a wish.”
I kiss the clock
hoping for bliss.