It's 3 am again
I promise I would sleep
I'm sorry, the witching hour is here
I don't like 3 am, I guess.
It's a fear
Sorry, it's 3 am
2 hours until the sunrise
3 since you fell asleep
You're quite cute, curled up
Blankets all around
3 am...
I don't like it
The shadows dance and the floors creak
The wind talks and the walls shudder
The lightning strikes, though there is no storm
I said I would sleep, I'm sorry.
You're curled up,
I make sure the shadows don't touch you
That you sleep through the noises
I close the curtains, though the stars shine
It's for you, the shadows can't get you
It's been 10 minutes, it's still 3 am
It drags on, but that's okay
I watch the shadows creep nearer
I bare my teeth and speak
"Leave. You are not welcome"
The shadows retreat,
I know it's not forever
They'll return for me
3 am... The stars shine
The wind howls
The floor creaks
But I guess it's not so bad,
not when you wake up
Not when we dance, the stars sparkling
Not when we smile and laugh.
3 am...
It's not so bad with you...
It's a shame you're just a ghost.
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Poetry Written In The Dark
PoetryPoems I've written. Normally in the middle of the night, because that's when I'm the most awake. If you have suggestions you can comment or pm me! All suggestions are welcome and I appreciate any feedback! Sorry for any mistakes, I write them all o...
