I'm laying awake in my bed
Some sad music playing
Summer dreams going on in my head
Warmth from the sun
Wearing combat boots to concerts
Scared because we won't see each other
Twisting my short, wavy hair
Wishing I was playing with your curls
It's three in the morning
All that is on my mind is staying,
Being,
Living,
With you
Wishing I was in your arms instead of just your hoodie
Three am might be too late, too early
It's the time when you are most in my thoughts
YOU ARE READING
The Nature of Love
PoesiaLove note in poems. Only one person might get it but take it as you might. Trigger warning.
