On Economics I must heed
But my eyes found their way to you
Eleven : Eleven, this deed
Diverts my attention anew
You enthrall me, suchlike heather
Held by or as if by a spell
Yet when gazes meet each other
Something's there but too shy to tell
Faintheartedly handling fondness
As you pass me by on school grounds
Bewildered with so much madness
I crave your loving that surrounds
Shut-eye, come on, shut-eye's needed
Oh, but my thoughts are still with you
Eleven : Eleven, jaded
It's explicit, my wish is you
YOU ARE READING
a fainthearted's 11:11 wish.
Short Storya thing i made based on a true event in my life.
