3 A.M.

3 A.M.

A Poem by Olivia Yvonne

It was the silence that
Scared her the most.
The secrets it held,
The guilt weighed her down.
It hung heavy in the air like a ghost,
And yet she was more
Frightened to break it.

© 2014 Olivia Yvonne


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Quiet thrilling. Sometimes, staying up at night`s itself a crazy cool things to do with time indeed. But not much. Because, we become addicted to this if we do it incessantly throughout the coldness of winds. Nice imagery!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Turn on the radio! j/k

I can relate to this. I sometimes love silence, and then it can get to be a bit much too.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on July 23, 2014
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Olivia Yvonne
Olivia Yvonne

Mission Viejo, CA



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