She used to tell me at 11:11
To make a wish.
She used to wake me up with kisses.
And she used to write me poetry.
I used to make a wish.
I used to wake up sweetly.
I used to read poetry.
But now at 11:11
She's never home.
And by the time I wake
She's already gone.
And her poetry isn't like it used to be.
I always forget to wish.
I wake up missing her.
And now I'm the one who writes poetry about her.
*Merry Christmas guys!! Hope you got everything you asked for and I hope today was wonderful!
Btw poem from a mans pov bc I'm not sexist 😎 haha *