3am.
I will never forgot our last night together before things got rough. It was way past 3am, almost 4. You had work in the morning and I had a day off but neither of us cared about anything else expect the two of us. We were laying together in that green car of yours, holding one another like we were never going to let go. You told me that you loved me and wanted to be with me for a very long time. I was happy, really happy.
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.
