2am
These 2am thoughts consume my mind like an entrée,
Devouring every square inch of my cognition.
Its always a constant war between my heart's intuition
And my mind's belligerence.
Redirecting my brain to consciously fall victim to making"mistakes" .
But It is only when the sun temporarily evaporates
and the night sky transpires
When images and memories of us flock in my head.
Like our careless rendezvous and lustfulness that became euphoric..
If I could just sleep,
Sleep maybe.
I'd sleep away the pain,
The result of these 2am thoughts.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
2am
These 2am thoughts consume my mind like an entrée,
Devouring every square inch of my cognition.
Its always a constant war between my heart's intuition
And my mind's belligerence.
Redirecting my brain to consciously fall victim to making"mistakes" .
But It is only when the sun temporarily evaporates
and the night sky transpires
When images and memories of us flock in my head.
Like our careless rendezvous and lustfulness that became euphoric..
If I could just sleep,
Sleep maybe.
I'd sleep away the pain,
The result of these 2am thoughts.
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