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Feb 2014
You are my 4 a.m.
And I don't really know
What that means

Every night
I feel you tugging
on my heart strings
pulling me closer to you
With every
Second
     Minute
         & Hour
That passes us by

I can hear you
Whispering sweet nothings
Into my ears
Enticing me with every word
That drips from the tip
Of your tongue

I feel like I will die
The moment I lose you
But I also die
Every moment I'm with you
You are my toxic
And I am hooked

I need to leave
Because nothing good happens after 3:30
But I know I never will
Matthew Hundley
Written by
Matthew Hundley  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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