After Midnight
It's midnight, another long, lonely day is through
so tired yet wide awake, missing her as I do
In the dark I just toss and turn, waiting to find sleep
Time passes by so slowly when loves wounds cut in so deep
At one am shaking hands light another cigarette
into the darkness I can only sit and stare
crush out the butt I was just smoking
the strain is starting to show some signs of the wear
Two am passes by, I'm still up, it's too damn quiet in here
not listening to her sleeping
now deaf from the sounds of my fears
It's three am, I must be lonely, suddenly feeling very weak
wanting her so badly, fight back the tears that roll down my cheek
At four I write her another love note
Then pause wondering how love can be so unfair
I'd like to send the many letters I've written
if only I knew to where
It's five am, the sunrise just beginning to creep
put out my last cigarette
then finally I'm able to fall into the void of merciful sleep
Copyright © David Kendrick | Year Posted 2007
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