Poem

3 AM

When 3 am turns into 4
turns into 5
I miss your arms around me
and the words whispered
into mine
When all I think about
is the beauty of your mind
the darkness I want to stroke
and the heat that’s yours
I want to warm myself against
When I see the first warm rays of the day
gently touch the cold dark earth still shrouded by night
I shiver
Because I know
This is how your touch would feel like
My every breath
Longs for your kisses

like oxygen

Yours

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3 thoughts on “3 AM

  1. “When I see the first warm rays of the day
    gently touch the cold dark earth still shrouded by night
    I shiver
    Because I know
    This is how your touch would feel like”
    This is truly beautiful!!

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