2 hours. 13 minutes
I can see it on the clock
I'm awake again
But this time I can't sleep
I see the future
Like some creepy fortune teller
I watch my plans unfold
And it's his hand I hold
I used to see myself bleed
Or watch the trigger pulled against her head
But now all I can see
Is our legs tangled in bed
Now don't get me wrong
Babe I'm not complaining
I just hate the wait
This isn't right restraining
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Smiling Thoughts
PoetryA few things that make me smile at 2 a.m. when I can't sleep