3am.
The sky was clear and soaked in its rick colour of blue, the grass beneath us as we picked at it, your eyes fixated on mine. I tell you why I love you and want to be with you. You can't help but smile and laugh at my words, shocked because you don't see yourself that way. I laugh and ask you why you want to be with me again. You look at the grass "Because I'm sorry I hurt you"
YOU ARE READING
3am
Poetry3am. My heart is screaming out your name. It hurts so bad and I am still so in love with you. "What do I do?" my heart cries. "Express the pain" my mind says.
