July 22, 2014

POEM: 3 am

Here i am at 3 am , thinking of what it could've been. Thinking Of all the times you said you loved me 
All the times you said you missed me 
How you wanted to be with me..
But here i am at 3 am looking back.
On how i thought i had it all with you but in reality i had nothing  
now im left without nothing not even my own Pure heart ..