my type of waking-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night
is at 4 AM
cold, and still
at peace
before the rest of the world
stirs up in their sleep
and if you would ask why
I'm still awake at this hour
maybe, it were my feelings that woke me up
that even my deepest sleep can't bury
the longing, the unfinished sentences
the questioning, and faded memories
the hurting, and promising lies
the hoping, and honesty in kisses
maybe, it was the same reason
that won't let me sleep
but heavy eyes betrayed me
maybe, it was the same reason
that won't let me go back to sleep
maybe, it was the same reason
that woke me up just in time for the sun to rise
and if you would ask why,
what enough reason to wake me up
early in the morning,
when the rest of the world are vulnerable in their sleep
and here I am,
at my loneliest hour,
with a hundred thoughts
and cowered feelings,
as the sky shifts its color
from the deepest to the brightest blues,
and as the sun kisses the moon goodnight,
it was you
and how the the sun rises
and how I long to spend
the rest of my sunrises
with you
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
my type of waking-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night
is at 4 AM
cold, and still
at peace
before the rest of the world
stirs up in their sleep
and if you would ask why
I'm still awake at this hour
maybe, it were my feelings that woke me up
that even my deepest sleep can't bury
the longing, the unfinished sentences
the questioning, and faded memories
the hurting, and promising lies
the hoping, and honesty in kisses
maybe, it was the same reason
that won't let me sleep
but heavy eyes betrayed me
maybe, it was the same reason
that won't let me go back to sleep
maybe, it was the same reason
that woke me up just in time for the sun to rise
and if you would ask why,
what enough reason to wake me up
early in the morning,
when the rest of the world are vulnerable in their sleep
and here I am,
at my loneliest hour,
with a hundred thoughts
and cowered feelings,
as the sky shifts its color
from the deepest to the brightest blues,
and as the sun kisses the moon goodnight,
it was you
and how the the sun rises
and how I long to spend
the rest of my sunrises
with you