It's one A.M.
I'm craving coffee
and the smell of weed.
Call me crazy.
It's 2 A.M.
I can't just call you.
I'm most sure,
that you're asleep.
When you dream,
do I creep in?
Have I ever,
made you smile?
It's 3 A.M.
I shouldn't be smoking.
It's a nasty habit.
I should quit.
It's 4 A.M
I'm thinking that
sometimes you look
a lot like, that one guy.
What do you
think of me?
Am I someone
you could need?
It's 5 A.M.
That bird,
won't stop singing.
Before sunrise,
I'll go crazy.
It's 6 A.M.
I need coffee.
It's not a craving.
It's necessary.
There's no way I can sleep.
When you sleep,
do you wake
wishing I
woke beside you?
It's 7 A.M
and I'm long gone. |
Submission Name: Midnight Poetry at it's best. 
