Dark Poems

Her poetry

She used to tell me at 11:11

To make a wish.

She used to wake me up with kisses.

And she used to write me poetry.

I used to make a wish.

I used to wake up sweetly.

I used to read poetry.

But now at 11:11

She's never home.

And by the time I wake

She's already gone.

And her poetry isn't like it used to be.

I always forget to wish.

I wake up missing her.

And now I'm the one who writes poetry about her.

*Merry Christmas guys!! Hope you got everything you asked for and I hope today was wonderful!

Btw poem from a mans pov bc I'm not sexist 😎 haha *