3 am is when I seek
a last ray of hope
When the gloom wispher
it's time to hit the hay,
I still refuse to let go.
It's when the quiet and
the dark matches my
feelings
When I let the unwavering
tang of pain seep in
Denying company ,
favouring the chill over
the covers.
3 am is when I'm up
thinking of you , and I know
I shouldn't
But when the dawn
approaches, it plunges
a dagger of realization
That the day has passed
and you weren't around.
@julliethepoet
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