Late Night Thoughts
It is 1:05am as of when I started writing
This is about you
I know befre I even get to it
I lay down, eyes shut
Listening to a song that isn’t about us
I wonder if you do the same
do you think of me?
Do you wish to send a song to me?
I dream of you sometimes.
In bits and pieces
You had me tongue tied
You were beautiful, baby
It’s 1:08am now, and i’m not crying yet
1:09am and I don’t know why i’m still writing about you.
i loved you.
