It's 3:59 in the morning
and I was thinking of you all of a sudden.I don't know how to begin this
and where am I supposed to end thisBut my hand is keep on writing
what my mind continues on narrating.Am I getting cheesy or corny?
I doubt if my feelings were also truly.I can't tell who it was,
My heart is full of doubts.I guess no word can define,
the uncertain feeling that I have this time.I know this isn't enough,
but I have this immediate urge to stop.I lost my idea on how to complete this
I feel sleepy, I need to rest.