IT WAS 2 A.M. AND YOU WERE SLEEPING ON MY PATIO WAITING FOR ME TO OPEN THE DOOR. WHEN IT WAS THE MORNING YOU WERE STILL WAITING WITH A ROSE IN YOUR HAND, BUT OH NO NOT THIS AGAIN. NO MORE TRICKS, FOR I AM STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU. YOU SAW ME THROUGH THE WINDOW WITH THOSE BEATING EYES AND BREATHLESS LIPS AND I COULD NOT HELP BUT STARE. YOU WAITED FOR DAYS, BUT DEAR I WILL NOT OPEN THE DOOR FOR YOU BECAUSE IVE ALREADY LET YOU IN. SO WHY WOULD I LET YOU IN AGAIN?
- thank you so much for reading my poem, please send some feedbacks that would mean a lot, sorry if I make any mistakes I'm new at this.
YOU ARE READING
2 A.M.
PoetryYes, this poem may seem dramatic with the capital letters, but it is deep. You have to experience it to know what it means.
