The clock next to me says 1:15 am
And I got up early this morning
So I could think of you a bit longer
Than I usually do
I’m writing you another poem
Eyes heavy, I keep yawning
The feelings just get stronger
Writing is something I have to do

I try to tell myself that it’s useless
That you and I weren’t meant to be
But my heart won’t listen to my head
The love I don’t want keeps growing
And now I’m getting nervous
I feel like this a lot lately
As lay alone in my bed
The streetlight window glowing

Someday I hope to share these sheets
With someone half as perfect as you
To feel a body pressed against mine
And know that they feel like I do
But as I listen to cars on streets
I know that it’s not really true
The only hand I want in mine
Is the one that belongs to you