"11:11"
I turned on the phone.
Its already 11:11, a wishing stone.
Wishes we made and shown.
Wishes we made, now gone.
A memory perhaps I should left alone.
A memory I should forget and thrown.
A memory I shouldn't kept and grown.
Ignoring 11:11 wishes I atone.
9/25/19 8:56 P.M.
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Amateur Works
PoetryThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
