You weren't my 11:11, or my
New Year's Eve bliss.
You weren't what I wished for when I blew out the candles on my birthday, nor the one I'd stay up all night thinking about, and miss.
Because 11:11's only exist for a minute, and New Year's Eve is just a day.
Wishes meant nothing to me, and their was no point on staying up all night, when thoughts of you always swarmed my brain.
YOU ARE READING
Bath Bombs & Books
Poetry•poetry book/completed:) •the edited version/continuation is out! •go check out my other completed book; "searching for serenity"
