3 A.M. POEMS

For the stranger

False hope,

and misleading glitter,

silent prayer,

that I utter, 

from across the sheets,

of the king sized bed,

it never felt,

larger than it was,

now,

how come?

That when I stretch my arms,

I touch a fort of folds,

and feel empty air,

I took hold of the blank spaces,

that separated us,

miles apart,

cold air gushing,

blankets covering me,

where are you?

I've been waiting,

when are you arriving?

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i wrote this poem about two years ago during one of my classes in college. i was hella bored and i'm missing someone that time and it all just came into me. i found my old notebook where i initially wrote this and why not upload it here? 

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-Belle x