3 Am

It was 3 am when my heart shattered I shattered it on the ground I shattered it into a thousand pieces I shattered it into a pile of broken glass I finally discovered beauty in destruction the shards were diamonds laying there, reflecting the moon like little mirroballs inviting me to a lonely party on my own So this night I celebrated how I danced under the starry sky and on the grave of what had had to die before it could bear freedom

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Beata Agustin

Date: 7/1/2024 7:37:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Paul Bell

Date: 8/28/2021 9:44:00 AM

Strangely enough, nothing good happens at 3 am, only bad things happen. Strangely enough, it's 4 am with me.