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~Miss A

It's 11:11, and I feel a sudden burst of energy,

Everything feels better for a second, the surge, the synergy,

Clouds that hovered and drained me of all positively,

Have sighed, and let me soak in the midnightly,

What's for me to lose anyway, never had a solid hand,

These quirks and scribbles won't dwindle me on thy demands,

Found a new face, all swelled by the hypocrisy,

It's settled down, and I know, in the end it's this bitch-sy. 

Seeing you once, heals something in me I didn't know broke,

But looking is not enough, wanna try the sweet fruit as in the quote,

All these symmetrical painted petals, seems too far and un-catchy,

It's the scent, something that pulls even in unconsciously,

For an incredible obsession with punk, goth; you make me think princesses-sey,

. all pink, like a baby bird, goto ball dances and Odysseys

I'll be proud, for nothing deters me, but this one I'll be willing to retry, tough-eh,

You make me feel like oceans, you keep me in mountains, a pleasing Bokeh.

My plans, not at all so rigid, not logical, just heartfelt prizes,

My wishes, to go in a picnic, tie paper to stick, play with swarm of butterflies,

Maybe catch one and run to show my narcissistic achievement, shush!

Use the powder-paint from its wings on my fingertips, to give you a blush,

Beware, you're supposed to play-angry, let my soul laugh more,

For it does such stupid things around you, treasures of my life amore,

It feels like a golden hour, an eleventh of its own time,

All of it I'm promising, can't list all down at once, winds of chime.

I don't want our lives to be like a serious movie, 'bound', James Bond,

For the rather, I'll take Shinchan, calm and soothing and ...shenanigans?

Very pastel, very colourful, very of our own charades,

I don't wanna get disappearing, giving spotlight to new main characters,

A spark would keep me going, respect will keep me upright,

And deals a deal, just know I'm the one who's always right,

It's a small paddle of righteousness, still I'll make some space for you too,

Hold me tight, for a paddle so small, keep hanging onto me, as I do too.

I don't even like to try it; but your excitement makes me do cuisines and experiments,

Never blamed me; your critics sugar-coated, encouraging support 'n experiences,

I've got more things to learn from you then I generally realise or can,

I've never copy pasted so perfectly, a crow turned swan,

Slowly I climb up into your arms, a childlike-dead sleep, with no bottoms of the sea,

Yet a second of your absence, I can differentiate a hundred, not even a merely,

I won't bluff my math, but my geometry was always on point,

Maybe that's why I know the degree, of your comfort and disjoint.

I know karna is a bitch, and for it's humbled me too many times,

I always knew, it would replay me with a luck of a lottery dime,

This contest I won in life, my gift was you, and I'm rich,

And I can't let it loose, I'll fight wolves in the ditch,

Have you found me the same way, I want to ask sometimes,

But don't worry, you deserve so much, I'm just a little prophecy,

I don't even shine so bright, but now I'm polished,

Happy to have you race me, fed and nourished.