Thu, 05/25/2017 - 02:05 -- spoony

I'm making wishes,

but I still didn't do the dishes


Who would've thought

that 11:11 is all I've got? 


Am I in lust? 

or will it turn to dust? 


The moon shines bright

on this fair night.


With a haunting glow,

my words start to flow


From my hands 

unto paper stands. 


High School is at it's end

And college is right around the bend.


Will my life start anew?

or am I one of the destined few


Cursed to never change?

Oh, wouldn't that be strange? 




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