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I
It's 11:11,
Late at night,
Staring under the stars' light,
Wondering how they burned so bright,
And now,
you're on my mind.
II
The full moon,
Creeps into my room,
As I pray my silent wish,
As I remember,
how your lips,
Brushed into mine,
for a kiss.
III
Now it's 11:11,
For I remember,
It's already seven,
Seven years since I left you,
But I still continue to pray,
my silent wishes,
every night,
When the clock strikes 11:11.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
