3 am

it is 3 in the morning
and i can't seem to rest
wishing that my head
was laid upon your chest.

i find it real funny
how i always start to think
of you, when i finally
gain peace at mind.

as i lay here in bed
my heart begins to ache,
begging, silently yelling
for you too care.

i think of the way
you used to say
"i love you"
and all of a sudden
reality is at bay.

you're gone,
you’ve left.
even when I begged
for you to stay.

3 am - ahtziri yamile 9717