Wednesday, May 28, 2014


It's 1 am, and I'm awake.
I stare blankly at the ceiling, shivering.
Hating how your image had to be fake—
when you could have been here, lingering.

It's 1 am, I cannot sleep.
Funny how i can't blame caffeine.
I toss and roll, wanting to weep—
we're not side by side, but we should have been.

It's 1 am, I feel alone.
You're miles away and your eyes are shut.
Well maybe I am in your dreaming zone,
to say that probably takes a lot of gut.

It's 1 am, I need you here.
Please comfort me, just hold me close.
I miss you badly, my beloved dear—
but I'll see you soon. I shall sleep, I suppose.

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