Three o'clock in the morning,
You're still wide awake,
Taking everything from me
That I'll let you take.
I start fading off,
I start feeling weak,
As you kiss me and touch me
I can barely speak.
'Who is this man?' I wonder.
'Why is he on top of me?'
I've been here with you many times,
And I still can't breath.
I've waited for this moment,
But I want to push you away.
Because its not him, the one I really love,
Who's keeping me wide awake.
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BROKEN- MY POETRY COLLECTION
PoetryThis is a collection of some of the poems I've written over the years, even as far back as 20+ years. So they're is plenty of teen angst, stepping into the world, death, love, and heartbreak. I hope you enjoy! PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT...
