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3 am
3 am, wide awake
I find myself wondering through
an empty parking lot
my thoughts fondly think of you.
3 am, wide awake
street lights over head are burning bright
casting radiant glows upon concrete.
I realize it never gets dark here.
3 am, wide awake
I long to wake you from your slumber
drag you out in the dark
eternal streetlights we'll dance under.
it's exactly at 3 am with no time for sleep
that another world opens its doors.
a world that painters paint
and writers long to write
a world for me and you
I want to show you
yet you sleep
oh well, I smile
some moments are too beautiful to keep.
perhaps with this poem I'll remember
perhaps save you a shimmer
of the joy I felt showering under
streetlights drizzling predawn shine.
3 am, wide awake
alone I sit with a cigarette and a smile
I find myself wondering through
an empty parking lot
my thoughts fondly think of you.
3 am, wide awake
street lights over head are burning bright
casting radiant glows upon concrete.
I realize it never gets dark here.
3 am, wide awake
I long to wake you from your slumber
drag you out in the dark
eternal streetlights we'll dance under.
it's exactly at 3 am with no time for sleep
that another world opens its doors.
a world that painters paint
and writers long to write
a world for me and you
I want to show you
yet you sleep
oh well, I smile
some moments are too beautiful to keep.
perhaps with this poem I'll remember
perhaps save you a shimmer
of the joy I felt showering under
streetlights drizzling predawn shine.
3 am, wide awake
alone I sit with a cigarette and a smile
Published 28th Feb 2012
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28th Feb 2012 4:54pm
very interesting meter...quite smooth. simple, liberating and lively imagery(in the wee morning hours of all places
18th Feb 2013 6:29pm
i agree, i spend a lot of time awake around that hour. it must be nice to think fondly of things while i lie awake thinking that i hear someone breaking and entering to kill my entire family.
