I know it's getting better
because when 11:11 passes
I don't wish for you anymore
I don't think of you
when I hear that song
the rain doesn't remind me of you
like it used to
11:11 wishes and rainy days are no longer ours, they're mine.
YOU ARE READING
him.
Poetrythese are the unspoken words i needed to tell you but never had the guts to say to your face the little pieces of writings i wish to say each time i fall back down when you say you love me again the truth that has yet to fall out of my mouth every...
