I wrote a poem about you , at 8am . About friendship and how we could last till at least 10am . But by the time 4:45pm rolls around , You’ll be beyond reach . Something I never thought possible for us .
At 8am , I vowed that I loved you . At midnight I still will , And at 3am when the pain comes and I fear my past mistakes , You’ll be writing poetry about her , to be read when she wakes up at 7am .
I’ll always love you ( I think ) but the pain comes from the sad remnants of our friendship .