Its 3am when i look at my clock
Sleep is starting to take hold
My eyelids falls quickly yet slow, very slow
I dream of him as the night goes on
Instead of sleeping alone at 3am
I'm dancing in the kitchen with his arms around my waist dancing together
forever
Like the world will never come to an end
Like we'll last for infinity
and never end
in my 3am mind
I'll be happy forever
with on of a kind
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Hour glass
PoetryPoetry of pain and hardships, you're never alone even though it may feel like it but time always runs out
