3A.M. Walks

The long walks

With all the emotional talks

One night 

She lost sight

Started walking and walking

Not stopping her talking

Thoughts and thoughts

As she let out her doubts

Lost in the world by herself

Wishing she could say ourself

But she was alone in the dark night

With no one around or in sight

Lost in her mind

Trying to rewind

The times when she watched movies

And had milk wish cookies

What could she really do?

Going through the street wondering that question too

There was nothing

Her mind was lost in everything

From stress to depress

To faking a smile to feeling it with sadness

Slowing down as she walked

And stopped the talk

She turned to the right

And happy holidays was in sight

How beautiful the sign

But her happiness was slowly to die

Sitting there now 

She took a bow 

and sat down

Looking at the sign with a little frown

Happy Holidays?

She wished for better happy days

Sad walks like these

She was used to because it was a release

A get away from the world at three in the morning

When everyones fast asleep and snoring

When the roads are silent

And she felt by herself with the streets settlement

This she enjoys

The quietness without boys

The emptiness without girls

Or music that makes everyone swirl

The silence

Of the three am walks