3:00 in the morning,
time quickly speeds off.
I spend days, wondering,
where we left off in the
book of our own romance.
Maybe, we finished the book.
But, I find myself, reading it
over with my mind and heart.
The smell of coffee on your clothes,
from working at the coffee shop.
You were always kept me awake,
like coffee, every single night.
We spent till 3:00 texting.
And we spend 3:00 in the afternoon,
wondering where we went wrong.
You don't love me like yesterday.
Yesterday, was meant to means,
you never really loved me, at all.
So would you have the guts, to
rewrite this book of romance with me.
And love me like you said yesterday,
3:00 in the morning.
3:00 in the morning, time quickly speeds off. I spend days, wondering,
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Jan 2, 2015 6:44pm
