3AM
Iam awake
Thinking of you
Thinking about the stories you would tell me on the phone.
Iam awake cause i think i hear your voice
Iam awake cause i keep replaying in my head our last conversation.
Iam awake thinking about how you asked me about my day.
Iam awake cause i miss you..
Iam awake cause i wish i could hug you one more time..
This poem is dedicated to Aunt charolte
Rip
Holly Moore
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