So it wouldn't matter if it was 3:02 am
or 6:33 pm because I'll still be here
and you'll still be there
and somewhere in between I'm in
a lost city 3 drinks in
your name stains my eyes
as you rush down my cheeks..
A//N
feeling lonely isn't a crime
but being without you is
i'm really over it all// just want to go home
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
