3 in the morning
The yesterday's 3 a.m.
was your best friend
Someone comforting you
with happy thoughts and memories
until the sun peek at the horizon
Today it's your worst enemy
Bombarding you with sad thoughts
memories, lose chances
and what ifs
And tomorrow it'll be in between
A state where 3 a.m. is
neither your best friend
nor worst enemy
The 3 a.m. where you are truly
alone
Neither loneliness nor happiness
Is with you
writes this here on watty while 5 o'clock in the morning song is playing in my head. lol.
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Feuillet
PoetrySome ramblings of my mind written as if a poem. All rights reserved. Cover by Holly_Summers.
