3 amA Poem by Quinn
It's three am
It's dark outside It's time to sleep I can't close my eyes I hear the cars I sit alone I think about stuff That I don't know That may never happen That I shouldn't think That I shouldn't worry about Yet I do Yet I can't stop Yet tears fall Yet I can't tell Why I'm like this anymore Why this happens Why it seems to never end Why my eyes sting It's only three am © 2014 Quinn |
StatsAuthorQuinnGlasgow, United KingdomAboutSad AF. Dysfunctional AF. Queer AF. He/Him. Trans-guy. Bisexual. I am a first year university student in Glasgow who has been writing poetry since 2014 to varying levels of success. I also perf.. more..Writing
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