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Thirteen

By Mian Anais


You started as a wish upon a star 

As that out of reach feeling 

That I would never lay my heart on 

But since the moment that I met you 

You’ve been every 11:11 wish come true 


You are a dream

I pinched myself 

And you are still here 

And we are holding this moment 

In the palms of our hands 

Like paper crane wings


 Floating 

Through clear skies 

On open air 

You’ve got me so high 

And I am fine defying gravity with you 


You know,

I once found a piece of you 

In a fortune cookie 

Lucky number 13 

And I tucked it in my pocket for safe keeping 


You know

I once saw you 

In the sun 

Filtering through tree leaves 

And I kissed its rays against my lips 

Like warm honey 


You are the kind of girl

I would have played into 

Does she love me

Does she love me nots 

Plucking flower petals between my fingertips

On the playground 


You know 

I once got on my knees 

And prayed in whispers 

For a piece of serenity 

For a sense of safety 

For a light 

When the sun forgets to shine 

You know I once got on my knees 

And prayed unknowingly for you


I am convinced that you were crafted in the palms of god

But you slipped from her grip 

And fell from the heavens 

You ask why you 

I see your wings 

And I am still wondering how?


You skipped into my life by surprise 

This is more than just good karma 

You are a gift 

And I hope that I deserve you 

They say that nothing lasts forever 

But whether you are here 

For months 

Or for years 

I will give eternities of gratitude

For every second 


You know 

When you held me in your arms for the first time

Brown skin melting into pools of of gold

I listened to your heart skip beats 

While I felt mine speed up 

Until they beat as the same drum 

And I felt like I could breathe again 


By Mian Anais


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