Lay almost asleep
in my room
blacklight dim
i will not rest
2 a.m.
your scent
lingers on my shirt
walk around
pace the floor
strewn about
are bits and pieces
of poems i fucked up
scribble down some thoughts
and toss them away
pick up
the phone
but its too late
to call
3 a.m.
i havent slept
havent dreampt
eyes weary
i am stumbling
take your picture
from my pocket
touch it soft
like your face
your eyes
locked in mine
dont dare
look away
strum and pluck
my guitar
up and fucked
4 a.m.
often fucked
dulls the pain
that i had
past tense
had
now it is gone
like tuesday
spent that day
with you on your
couch
5 a.m.
now unconciousness
tugs at my mind
sleep is walking by
i hope this doesnt die
i dont want to die
not before
i make you mine
6 a.m.
passes to 7
and drifts into the afternoon
wake up slowly
sun on my face
your my saving grace
your my love....
 
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