At 3 am
I drag my pen across the paper
Thinking of you
Knowing
At 3 am
You're sleeping in your room
Here I sit
Crying silently
Turning tears into ink
Staining the paper with blessings from my heart
Flowing out like a waterfall
At 3 am
YOU ARE READING
-eunoia.
PoetryEunoia: (n.) beautiful thinking; a well mind Just a typical amateur poet. Here's some of my soul captured with words. *all images from google*
