4am
4am
Tonight the light of a tender moon
Blooms like stardust in my bedroom.
I think of happy people
not people like me.
They are lay under silk sheets
In a sleeping embrace.
Her softness comforts him
Even in his dreams he feels her.
The soft breathing of their sleeping children
makes the night even more tender.
In the waking morning
Their children will go to school
She will kiss her husband
As he leaves for work.
With a have a good day honey.
And the world is all
as it should be.
The dream fades
It 4am again.
And I am lay here sleepless.
Alone In my bed.
Thinking about
a beautiful woman.
That I should have stopped loving
a very long time ago
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