You Never really know someone until it's 3am,
And you're both lying in bed too hot to sleep ,
Too tired to function.
That's when you see someone ,
At their least conscious ,
That's when he started asking me about the origins of the Lettuce.
"Why it is called iceberg ?"
"Who see this leaf and think to eat ?"
I remembered then he was Hungarian ,
When he couldn't remember how to say tired ,
And he thought you pronounced opened
"Open Ed"
I watched the moonlight bathe his chest ,
At 3am with a lack of rest ,
That's when I knew him best .
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Author:
Brendon Corey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2017 02:03
- Category: Love
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Comments6
Good write and very true.
Now that's clever, i like that.
Nice work. Enjoyed this piece.
Hate to tell you this, but Hungarians actually come from a different planet. But at 3am they become human.
Love your poem!
When the façade is down we see each other best. A well written truth, Joaquin!
A fine write J. What is lettuce? Something we must never feed to guinea pigs (ours included here at home). It makes them ill. They can have cabbage, carrots, etc though.
Nor rabbits in great quantity - gives them the runs and they fast enough as it is.
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