It's a late monday night
Or an early tuesday morning
I'm far too tired to decide which
3:47 AM
And you're not here
The caffeine from my tea
Is keeping me wide awake
It isn't the only thing
Keeping my eyes from closing though
You may as well be laying beside me
Because the thought of you is the only one on my mind
Except you're not here
Not beside me
Not holding my hand
You're probably still out
Knowing you
Her pretty little hand in your hand
And your precious little heart in her hand
I guess you were right
I don't know you.
I hardly ever did.
But just so you know
I probably didn't tell you more about me
Than you didn't tell me about you
Still though
You can spell my thoughts
With the letters of your name
It's a late monday night
Or an early tuesday morning
I'm far too tired to decide which
3:47 AM
And you're not here

Repost if the letters of someone's name can spell your thoughts.
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my work and really anything else you have to say!

I sat on a rock and stared
At

Surreal messed up poem. Only my friends will get the references.

Weaponized turtles
Moaning Myrtle!
Platform 9 and three quarters
Oops, wall is out of order.
Now you’re concussed
This makes you crazy enough
To take a flying car (because you’re fool)
To a snake infested hog with dermatology problems school
Adhesive sloths!
Polka dotted moths!
Oh wait, that sounds like butterflies
With this poem, literature dies.

I apologize, I just felt like writing something absurd and I am really REALLY tired and my brain pattern is weird, and I read too much harry potter…
OSTRICH ATTACK!!!
Hey, I told you I was weird.