Four a.m., and I still can't sleep,
still thinking how I fell so deep.
You're already deep in slumber,
couldn't care less that I wonder -
when was I filled with thoughts of you?
Would you ever think of me too?
Six a.m. the sun has risen.
Haven't had a wink of sleep and
got myself in load of blunder,
aimless walking as I ponder -
when was I filled with thoughts of you?
Would you ever think of me too?
Throughout the day, can't figure out
till I saw you wand'ring about.
You looked at me and I knew.
Oh, yes, I fell in love with you.
When I was filled with thoughts of you,
did I ever cross your mind too?
Lyric.
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Amateur #NaPoWriMo 2015
PoetryAmateur poetry collection about amateurs in love (the broken hearts.) Brokenhearted Poetry #1 National Poetry Writing Month 2015