Bullet and Target - Citizen Cope

Isn't it ironic that I consider myself to be a writer for life, yet I'm pretty much guaranteed nothing higher than a C+ on my english exam? Well, not exactly guaranteed, but it's definitely stressing me out. I'm going to be very very busy these next few days, so I apologize for the lack of creativity, but I literally have no time to stop and write.

I know I've been depriving you of everything except random silly thoughts, so I decided to find a poem I wrote quite a while ago. Looking back at it, I write a little differently now, and this poem sounds like an 8th grader wrote it. Well, I was an 8th grader then. Whatever. It's called "the clock."

11:09, and two more minutes
Two more minutes to make a wish
Make a wish to put us back together
Back together; a bond forever
Forever, I've been waiting for that shooting star
A shooting star to prove my love for you
For you, I'd do anything
Anything could make this clock go faster, but it's not
It's not fair that you were taken away
Taken away, stolen from my heart
My heart years for the clock to turn
Turn to 11:11
11:11 will soon come, now it's 11:10
11:10 and less than sixty seconds to think
Think of how much I miss you, how much I want you to come back
Back to me is where you belong
Belong, I belong in your arms
Arms filled with warmth
Warmth fills my body as it turns to 11:11
11:11 and my wish is complete. I wish...
I wish you would remember the times we had
We had such a strong bond
A strong bond that I can't understand why you would forget
Why you would forget...
I love you.
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