It's 3 am
I'm wide awake
Can't help wondering
If you are too
Can't help asking
Why I wasn't invited
Why I wasn't part
Of this anymore
Why you where there
Smiling
While I'm here
Crying
It's 3 pm
And while I'm here
Smiling
Deep inside I'm still
Crying
Wondering why I
Was still so hurt
By the same old song
Would still feel betrayed
By the smile on your lips
Why I was still surpised
By the knife in my back
It's 3 am
I'm wide awake
Another night of me
Just here wondering
When this happened
When did I get kicked out
Staying to watch on
The outside
And every time
I remember
Your smile
I can't help, but cry
It's 3 pm
And when I see you there
I smile and say hey
But we both know
The smile is fake
And the hey was just
A formality
Because you didn't care
And I cared too much
And the air in between
Was thick with everything
That could have been
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What I Leave Behind
PoetryWe all want to be remembered. We all leave pieces of ourselves behind. This is one of mine. This is what I leave behind. A collection of poetry, without a theme, made up of my favourite pieces I've written over the years and pieces I will write in t...
