forty nine minutes before midnight
my sweaty palms are stitched together
by fingertips
head tilted back, eyes shut tight
i whisper a wish
one all too familiar on my pleading lips
words are so easy
when uttered in solitude.
the minute passes.
i flick a switch and kitchen light falls away like glass.
in the darkness i notice my breaths:
they are no longer mine but the sick respiration
of a girl who has become
what she stole
from herself

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...

It might be a childish thing to do,
But I use all my 11:11 wishes on you.

❤️

I made a wish once
That maybe one day you would love me.
We would live happily ever after
Just like all the movies.
We would sing and dance
While we watch time fly past
Sit by fires and cuddle
And talk about how we had it good

But no, that wish never came true
Instead you take her dancing
And you sing her beautiful songs
And when the temperature drops
She is the women you sit by the fire with
And think **** we have it good.

I made a wish once
That maybe one day you would love me.
I guess wishes never come true.

11:11
I wish for happiness

11:11
I wish for love

11:11
I wish for you

But be careful what you wish for.

11:11
I wish you are happy  

11:11
I wish you are loved

11:11
I wish for you to wish me

- p.d.e

It seems like the blood in my hands
can never run dry
As long as I write for you, my love

Though, the bleeding in my heart
doesn't stop
as the words, they spill for you

Please don't let me stop
from loving you dear
At least let me have the privilege

I've never experienced such rapture
whenever I see your smile
along with the aching feeling
that follows through my heart

I've only experience such love
when I have met you
I never had so much to lose
not before I met you

Why does it ache so much
and soothing all the same?
That it will never be my name
that you'll speak
when the clock strikes eleven
One then... *three