When it's 11:11
And the sky is deep and blue
Of all the things in the whole wide world
I think I'd wish for you
When it's 11:11
I'll be wide awake in bed
Fantasies obviating sleep
Thoughts of you in my head
When it's 11:11
I'll dream of mountaintops
Dream of laying on midnight roofs with you
Where the words would never stop
When it's 11:11
I'll be the only one you can trust
And I want you to love me
Because all she knows is lust
When it's 11:11
I'll think of your cerulean orbs
The lack of sunshine in your soul because
You are the world
Now it's 11:11
And the sky is deep and blue
So of all things things in the whole wide world
I think I'll wish for you
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
