She was raised with The Notebook,
brain wired to love,
heart hungry for a sunrise lover.

Waited and dated
but words always got in the way,
and he'd write goodbye
with his hips between her thighs.

And then it happened.
She fell.
He didnt.

Cheated of a good tending to;
she left.
Lit their memories on fire
but was left with ashes.
She cried from December til May.

I've given my love to other men
but never let myself fall.
When down is up and up is down,
I forgot how to along the way.

So tonight
I wanna *******
in the vain attempt
that my loving
will keep you
coming back as my
2 AM lover.