The hopeless 11:11 wish
Cheesy metaphors and the undefeatable pretty little lies
The morning drizzle and the melancholic reminiscence
Unproclaimed pinky promises or precisely when my actions cried “You got me wrapped around your little finger” and the jealousy
Every other warmth I felt cold for,
Things and people I used to like
I don’t anymore
May be I overheard when someone said, “You will get through faster
If you are a good lier”
For a little less today
Of all the withheld desires
Than yesterday
Emotion Speaks 