Three a.m. knows my secrets
For we are the closest of friends.
I whisper him my hopes and dreams
With wisdom he guides my hand.
He takes me on adventures
Full of fun and taste,
He shakes the daytime from my hair.
A crescent smile on my face.
We tightrope across the constellations
And he helps me leap the moon.
We dance on floors of morning fog
And drink the sunrise dew.
But I know his light comes and goes
And for days I'll miss his breath,
But until the clock strikes 3 again
I'll lay in bed and rest.
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For A Dreary Day
PoetryPoems that might make you think, might confuse. Poems that only I, the creator, can use. Poems for good days, poems for bad. Poems that you might think are rad (even though some might be sad) Some crazy things are written so beware. Quite strange, q...
