3am.
It is nights like these that my mind goes running back to you. I think about you, how we were, how you made me feel, how much I loved you and I feel a constant urge to contact you. I want to see you, I want to hold you, hug you... kiss you again.
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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.
