Late Nights

Written at 2am

When it's past 1am

I begin to imagine 

someone's arms around my waist

and the bed less empty

When it's past 2am 

I long for a good night kiss

and to fall asleep only

to wake up to their face

When it's past 3am

the tears often flow

as I lay awake alone

and very much so lonely

When it's past 4am

I have forced myself to sleep

and there are no dreams

and there are no nightmares

When I wake up

I wonder why

I wish for someone company

when I push everyone away

Author's Note

photo cred: http://sensing-owls.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-everything-is-lonely-i-can-be-my.html