1:43 In the Morning

At 1:43 in the morning
I sit here thinking of you
And wonder
Are you still beautiful

Are you sleeping
Or with somebody else
Do you ever think of me 
The way I think of you

At 1:43 in the morning
Does your life have any meaning
Is there someone to catch you
If you stumble or fall

I don’t love you any less
Just because you’ve gone
But it’s 1:43 in the morning
And I can’t sleep

So I lie here
In the quiet of the night
With the rain that seems to forever fall
And I wonder… yes, I wonder

If you’re still beautiful
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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August 7, 2011 at 4:47 AM
excellent write i like this, we have all been there
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