four minutes ago,
i wished upon
eleven-eleven
i wonder if it
comes true
oh i hope it does
everyday i check
my clock, and check
my wish, but no luck
comes to me still
i often think that wishes
are just fantasies in
our heads that make us
believers of dreams
some say that they're
nothing more than fancy
words and empty tomorrows
but the good thing is,
they ignite a flame
and whisper to us
that they are no
more than just wishes
they are strong
desires that move us
control us even,
until we get them
for four minutes ago,
i wished upon
eleven-eleven
similar to all my other
wishes, every single
eleven-eleven
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Freefall (Things I Should've Said But Wrote Down Instead)
PoetryPoetry. Such an abstract thing. Such a beautiful burst of emotions. Such feelings that make a person feel alive. For what drives someone to grab a pen and construct a rhythm of words are strong rushes of inspiration. Often times, it is a...
