3am is for the poet whose heart has felt it all
For the girl who stays up,
Tossing and turning,
Feeling every cuddle,
Every roaming finger,
And
Every night you spent with her
It's for the guy
Still thinking about the moment you two shared the night before,
Who sees you as a queen,
not a whore,
And
After he's had all of you, wants something more
For the writer who can't get that thought out of their head,
Without soaking pages their notebook with rivers of tears,
But burying deep in lines of their deepest darkest fears
- K. Choice
