It's 3am.
I'm still awake.
Because sleeping in our bed,
Without you by my side,
Is something I cannot do.
It's 3:40 now;
I'm still awake.
My mind won't be quiet;
I'm scared I really screwed it up this time.
YOU ARE READING
Nothing Personal Dear
PoetryWelcome to the depth of my mind Forgive me if you peak inside. Just my thoughts and poems while I'm fighting writers block and this thing called life. Enjoy.
