It’s three in the morning
If I touch your breasts
Will you respond
Or scream
You scream
It’s three in the morning
I listen to you breathing
We breathe in unison
For a while we become one
Then I choke
It’s three in the morning
The smell of sex lingers
The point of no return
Do you care
I wonder
It’s three in the morning
Many affairs have passed
I lie thinking
Was there a time
Was there
It’s three in the morning
You’re two years gone now
Time still asks questions
Bitterness pollutes you
All of you
It’s three in the morning
I lie awake
The walk to the court
Ten seconds to end a lifetime
Divorced
It’s three in the morning
Death came calling
Did you cry my name
I lie here wondering
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Shucks. A sad ending. It was short-lived but may there be many more dalliances to come.
Definitely, onwards and upwards.
Your waking at three in the morning truly sets the stage. Early morning seems to be a more vulnerable time, given what is going on in the brain and circulatory system, for people to suffer a heart attack. An attack of the heart can come in many forms. You have expressed that so poignantly.
Yes, early is never good.
Emotive words Paul.
For me three in the morning is the time I awake and the answer to a question comes to me that I have been tying to get answered all day.
Andy
Everything comes at three in the morning.
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