11:11

Eleven minutes past eleven. I wish that time were standing still, So I can taste some of forever And still have more of it to kill. Eleven minutes past eleven. I wish I hadn’t closed my eyes, So I could see the world keep spinning As my spirit wilts and dies. Eleven minutes past eleven, I wish I were a breath away From the wish I try to make When the words are hard to say. Twelve minutes past eleven now. The minute to wish on passed by. And if it was ever real, I couldn’t bring myself to try. See more at: http://dixiepoetry.wordpress.com