I make wishes at 11:11
Hoping one day that they'll all come true
That I can finally be happy
And content
But for now
Those hopes are useless
It doesn't matter how many wishes I make
They all stay the same
But then there's still the hope
That they will come true
ESTÁS LEYENDO
IMPERFECT
PoesíaA collection of sad,euphoric,and beautiful poems. They're all from an imperfect mind.
