11:12

Sometimes in the middle of nowhere,
I’m left hanging and dumbfounded,
by the truth that had spoken to me,
its sound echoed thru time and space,

The very reason I hated time,
I scream upon hearing it’s tick and tack,
faking and fainting a smile,
seeing myself complaining in front of a clock,

and yet you were my favorite almost,
my unforgettable what if,
my best hello,
my painful goodbye,

Watching the clock,
I had realized then,
that I’m always a minute too late,
It’s always 11:12.

Don’t

Don’t call my name,
Don’t crack jokes at me,
Don’t make me laugh,
Don’t make me sober,

Don’t give me butterflies on my stomach,
Don’t make me blush,
Don’t make me smile like this,
Don’t make me dream about you,

Don’t make me miss you like hell,
Don’t make me sing a song for you,
Don’t make me feel ecstasy,
Coz, I’m afraid I would fall in love with you.

Tell Me

Tell me if you ever cared,
if a single thought
for me was spared.

Tell me when you lie in bed,
do you think of something
I once said.

Tell me if you hurt at all,
when someone says
my name with yours.

It may have been so long ago,
but I would give
the world to know

-Lang Leav

I so like this poem, Lang Leav does it so well… I would really like to know… 🙂