It's four in the morning
and I'm plagued by three words
They circle my mind and won't let me go
*Liar
Sarah*
Abandoned
The first is whispered softly in the wee morning hours
Denial spreads quickly as the accusation falls
The second is a beautiful girl for whom I've never met
and yet I already sense a great deal of dread
No good can come of this
The last is simply put away
to only rear it's head
at 4am on Friday nights
while I'm alone in bed