The Words Unsaid

3 a.m.

3 a.m.

Christine Summer

Honestly, I lie awake every night,

Wondering why you gave me up without a fight,

And I hoped that it was just a memory,

Passing with vivid scenery,

But every time I close my eyes,

I’m shattered with every lies,

And I wished it could’ve been better,

That I should’ve seen it clearer,

It wasn’t that I was weak,

It’s just that I couldn’t speak,

Of every word you say I wonder,

If it’s the truth that I doubt yonder,

Maybe I was foolish back then,

That I let my heart be broken,

By the one person I love the most,

But now I feel so lost,

And I lie awake at three a.m.,

I’m wondering where I am,

Am I still stuck in the past?

Or moving on to the present at last?

I can’t sleep yet I can’t tolerate being awake,

And cry for every memory and feeling’s sake,

It was over, we were through,

But still I love you.

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They call it insomnia…I call it trying to move on.

Christine

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