Its 4 a.m.
And all I can think about
Is you,
The way you breath,
How rhythmic your heart beats are,
How deep your thoughts go,
When its 4 a.m.
Like mine do,
That's what was special
About the two of us,
We vibed on a level,
That only our souls combined
Could reach.
We were extraterrestrial,
We weren't made for this
Harsh cruel world,
I spent every living day,
Trying to protect you,
But you always slipped away,
Some how, some way.
And when I lost you,
I lost my grip on this universe.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poetry
PoetryThese are just short little poems that I just randomly come up with. Some of them may be triggering so read if you want to. Its just a little something for me to do to free my mind. I hope you enjoy =^w^= (BTW I own all rights to these poem, and wou...
