Late one night long after her loved one had gone home,
she sat sitting at the window sill starring at the stars all alone.
Her young heart ached for his presense, his warmth, his voice once more,
but their parents said they were merely children who didn't know what the heart was for.
So she sat there gazing at the sky and wished she could just be with this guy,
but she woke the next morning and nothing had changed and she almost started to cry.
Pacing back in forth in the living room just waiting for him to show up for their date,
and she's keeps cursing in her head screaming at her heart for not hating him for being late.
She keeps glancing at that old broken clock hoping against hope it ain't right,
but like everyday before when that old clock hits 11:11 she's wishing with all of her might.
Her parents keep saying, "Don't worry hun, I'm sure he'll be here soon."
but she was still following her footsteps when the doorbell rings at quater past noon.
He apologizes, says "The car broke down, I'm really sorry, I just hope you ain't too mad."
She just shook her head said,"I'm not mad. I just wish you called. Oh man, I wish you had."
They walked around her neighborhood since there wasn't much else to do,
and by an old wishing well she'd never seen he softly whispered in her ear,"I really love you."
The sun was setting, sinking low behind the trees, and they were running out of time,
so she close her eyes thought "Don't end this day so soon." as into the well she tossed a