3am.
I will never forget the sound of your heartbeat. I was rested against your chest and we were watching old runs of a tv show we both knew but didn't enjoy. You were alive. It was beating inside of you. The rhythm was slow and then it quickened. I was so happy, I thought I could die. It is still one of the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard in my entire life
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.
