3AM is salt water stained cheeks.
Tears falling like a waterfall
Collecting at the basin of bed sheets.
3AM is silent cried.
Sobs drowning as flowers in a flood--
All life fleeting from which it came.
3AM is the calm before the storm,
A feeling of stillness and peace
Before the world crashes in on itself.
//a.k.
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Paint Swatch Poems
PoezjaA collection of my thoughts expressed through the art of words. © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ To see my first book of poetry, check out Polaroid Poems.
