5:35

5:35

It’s three thirty in the morning,
And silence calls my name.
Through my uncovered window,
The world is not the same.

I lay awake consumed
With thoughts of you.
My heart begins to race,
There is nothing I can do.

My lips long for your sweet
Tender kiss.
My arms yearn for your warm
Loving embrace.

Deep inside this heart of mine,
A relentless pain.
Over and over it washes over me,
A fruitless rain.

I hate that I miss you, I hate that I need you.
I love that I need you, I love that I miss you.
I hate that I love you, I love I don’t hate you.
I need to want you, I want to need you.
I hope to have you, I have to have you.
I love you, I need you, I miss you.

The hands just passed five thirty-five,
Silence still yelling my name.
The world outside still continuing on,
Rain hitting the window pane.

Another memory painted with you,
Fills another corner of my mind.
Too many empty conversations,
Which only wasted our time.

Whirlwinds of twisted words,
Tangle me into you.
Memories of September,
The skies painted blue.

In my hands the leftover pieces,
Of this still beating heart.
I miss the calm of your embrace,
Take me back to the start.