I can only love you at 3am…
When my body longs,
And my soul is empty.
When I revisit my wrongs,
And my heart is heavy.
These times where I reminisce,
About reckless raunchy rendezvous.
These times where I silently search,
For statements sounding somewhat sentimental.
Because my imagination runs wild,
And my concerns are temporarily exiled.
Because I’m low on pragmatism,
And high on optimism.
The hour where my body begins to fall asleep,
But my spirit fights because it’s almost day.
The hour where I subconsciously wonder,
At what time of the day do you say
‘Wow I think I just might love her’?