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Poesia

The scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.

11:11

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by criesofviolet

by criesofviolet

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