By Shane Crabtree
11:11 haunts me,
Just like the smile that won't reach your eyes
Step by step, you're leaving me behind.
11:11 finds me,
Your pictures on the wall
The diamonds of your eyes, turned back to coal
Matching the darkness you hid deep within your soul.
The past that won't let me be
Our memories play on and on
A silent film with a definitive ending.
11:11 blazes neon in the distance,
Walking down this dust-filled road
Keeping time to a broken heart cadence,
Blood-stained hands reaching, but nothing to hold.
My rosary begins to fray.
Love as sweet as wine, turned to vinegar with age.
11:11 never letting go,
The clock fails as we stay frozen in time.
You say that love isn't enough,
But you've been known to lie.
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I'm Shane. I'm currently a Senior at East Tennessee State University. I love writing and hope to eventually make a career of it.