Four O'clock

Four O'clock

A Poem by Ritz
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The hands of time

"

Four O'clock in the morning

it's still dark outside

and I haven't slept still

I tried to but I couldn't

this insomnia

I wish it would go away

Can't do without my coffee

at night

yet maybe that's the reason why

it's four O'clock

and I'm still awake

 

© 2008 Ritz


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Ritz
Ritz

Delhi, India



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I'm a contended 24-year-old, loving everything that comes with the package of life. An emotional fool sometimes, i love my family to death~regardless of who and what they are. Cherish people who have .. more..