Eleven Past Eleven

Sometimes we fall,
We stand up and learn how to walk.
On the pathways like this,
Like falling in love,
How these cobble stones,
Made to pierce hurt the same.
The fountains of smiles,
Dried by the heat of hate,
This hunger for love,
Turning water to wine,
And darkness to light,
Hallucinations of all we want.
All the little pieces left unturned.
All the blood stains,
Dried to look like paint.
Turning this colourless world,
Red, like the skies and the sun,
Love and hate,
Everything here, the same.
Dead, dull and red.

Sometimes when we walk away,
We learn how to forgive,
To forget and foresee,
To look away, from the shortcomings,
The soft punishments, we bare.
The silver linings that never shine,
And all the little things we want,
Tumble and fall, in the pile of hopes.
Fall down to pieces,
For a few wishes, at eleven, past eleven,
For these eleven nights,
Eleventh night tonight,
I wish the same, for a few smiles.
For the cost of love, I've fortunes to give.
In the brink of sunlight, that'll give us life.
Let the morning, let us learn again.
How to live alone, how to be alright,
You're made the same,
Just like the each shining star,
Never together, together they burst,
Like you and me, when we collide,
For our dreams are different,
Our hopes are different,
All we want is same,
But this eleventh night,
At eleven past eleven,
I wish for a wish, tomorrow at the same,
A day to ponder, on all that we've been,
Maybe tomorrow, I'll stand up,
And learn to walk,
Maybe tomorrow at eleven past eleven,
I'll forgive and forget.