by origami
it’s 2:51 and I am swallowing my pride,
a mere lump in my throat now. a cold air rushes down my spine and to the soles of my feet
A ghost taps my head
I turn around and it’s you again.
Now it’s 11:11
and I’m wishing for miracles
I’m pulling daisy petals
With roses gritted between my teeth I’m wasting wishes on you
it’s 8:20 in the morning again
and i’m smiling bigger than normal hoping you catch my grin like you steal my thoughts i give sly glances at you again, hoping you don’t catch me in the art
the roses clenched between my teeth are replaced with coffee
a shade of exhaustion is worn under my eye
An 11:11 hopes that you see past it
and catch my quiet remarks again It’s 10:14 and those blue eyes find one of my glances and Something else steals my attention can those blue eyes see the red that dust my cheeks
It’s 11:11 again
My dreams float like butterflies
I hope you catch them this time
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