Eleven o’clock

Hailey Black

Through the darkness of the sky,

I’m looking in your eyes.

It’s sparkling, like fireworks,

Deep, like our nights.


My heart it’s pounding, like never before.

The Smell of your skin, chases me

Even now, it’s chaining me down

And I can’t, won’t escape from it.


Trembling words I will not say again,

Forgetting, who I was in the day.

While staring at the stars, go(ing) away

And not even look(ing) back.


And it’s morning, again and I look,

Search for something old, in the new.

Chasing a fading memory, that

I can’t forget, because of you.

  • Author: H.B (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2022 15:20
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 29


  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Nicely expressed ) good poem

  • L. B. Mek

    your words, linger
    likes whispers from a lost love's ghost
    and the trails visible to the eye
    make-out, the outlines
    used to create that artwork..
    (that's how intertwined
    your words are to the artwork..
    a beautiful page of diverse artforms
    gloriously, in sync)
    thanks for sharing! your scintillating creativity

    • Hailey Black

      Thank you so much ! :)))

    • Rocky Lagou

      Wow this is beautifully written. I love how the third stanza incorporates both present and past tense of the words "go" and "look" as it could've happened, or be happening. Good job!👍

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