At 945pm our fingers entwined,

2am you did find,

That your dreams were ending

730am your alarm did sing.

At 1230pm you daydreamed of him,

530pm you wished for his lips on your skin.

The hands on the clock not the ones you needed,

730pm cursing that your dreams hadn’t succeeded.

At 10pm your fingers grasping at air,

1am laying alone in the bed you did share.

230am typing up a poem,

5am waiting for the sun to come.

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Love You R

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🖤