It is half past one in the morning and
The red digits from the alarm clock
Lecture me for thinking about you.
The pillow next to me
Harbors your absence,
And the loneliness holds me.
I glare at the numbers,
Fully aware that I will be exhausted come morning.
Then the time changes and it is one thirty-one.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
It is half past one in the morning and
The red digits from the alarm clock
Lecture me for thinking about you.
The pillow next to me
Harbors your absence,
And the loneliness holds me.
I glare at the numbers,
Fully aware that I will be exhausted come morning.
Then the time changes and it is one thirty-one.
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