11/11/11 11:11

I don't believe in luck, I don't believe in fate
So no, I won't be putting all my hope into this so-called "special" date
They've told me to wish for what I want most

To close my eyes and believe in November's boast

There are many things that today's anticipation will bring thoughts of
Some will wish for success, some for happiness, some for love

But what promise do a line of numbers really hold?

Can ten ones in a row truly turn dirt to gold?

It's all for good fun, that I realize

But if I play along, I'm afraid I'll begin to believe in this imaginary prize

I refuse to get my hopes up, you see
Perhaps I'll wish for a lesser dream

I have no reason to believe that this wish will come true

So on 11/11/11 at 11:11 tonight, I will not be wishing for you

Author's Note

For those of you who haven't heard of the 11:11 wish, it's just another superstition thing, like wishing on a shooting star, or blowing an eyelash away, or making a wish as you blow out your birthday candles. On 11/11/11 at 11:11, it was supposed to be more effective or something, so you were supposed to wish really big, for whatever you wanted the most. Just a little back-story for ya :)

Reviews

[ChloeCharlotte]

Oh my gosh, that last line broke my heart. I love it!

[Lost in Wonderland]

oh my gosh this is my favorite poem of yours. I love it so much. So beatiful and with a nice rythem.