here i am, once again,
sitting on my bed,
wishing desperately to the 11 11 on the clock.
'as much as i know how you feel,
i want this so desperately to be real.
can you like me?
can you feel how i feel?'
if this is all some mythical tale like the ones my mom used to tell me before bed,
can you grant me a wish like that genie did?
there's no need for a true love's kiss.
all i want is time,
all i want is you,
that all
will do.
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 2:56 AM UTC
here i am, once again,
sitting on my bed,
wishing desperately to the 11 11 on the clock.
'as much as i know how you feel,
i want this so desperately to be real.
can you like me?
can you feel how i feel?'
if this is all some mythical tale like the ones my mom used to tell me before bed,
can you grant me a wish like that genie did?
there's no need for a true love's kiss.
all i want is time,
all i want is you,
that all
will do.
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