2 am

It's 2 am.

Crying again like every night.

Loneliness is killing me, 

she is taking my heart,

she is taking my sleep.

Why can't I forget her?
Why her name still brings sorrow;

every thought about her

brings me pain.

Maybe this is what love is,

just pain and sorrow 

and nothing else.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Love's simply an end of a life which brings pain, sorrow and the freaking lone nights. You've got a way to express your aches via words and that's very good because it makes you feel cool penning down few words of your hearts on a blank paper & along the side ..it shows how talented you are. It's very sad poem where the emotions float over the boat of words but the flow's very impressive!

[Danny]

Thank you! :)

[Ahena MK]

she is taking my sleep.
Why can't I forget her? ....

really really good !!!

[Danny]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

Sad and good at the same time...:)......................

[Danny]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....................