Poetry of 2015-2017

07.06.17

So it's 11:11 pm
I'm texting him
Around this nighttime
I won't ever forget what he said in the meantime
He made fun of me because of the fact I can't call him all those cute names.
Trying to test me as if we are playing games
But it was like he confess again
I don't know if I can retain all this
Oh, I just... him.. I miss him
My 11:11 wish is for us to seal everything we miss with a kiss.
Go back to the times we were smiling
Even if he was a couple hundreds miles away
Somehow he always makes my day
Even when I'm upset
And sometimes I don't even expect it yet
He's like my right hand
Someone who understands
Someone I can be silly with while singing a song along.
He was someone I can be goofy with
And don't let anyone tell you it's just a myth
Because happiness is a worth something even if it's a priceless thing.