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A Poem by Rebeca Espadas

it's 4:07 am

and tears are running down my cheeks,

the memories are like flashbacks

torturing the heart is beating over night,

my bed is missing the warmth it used to have.

it's 4:09 am and you still not answering my calls,

once you used to answer with a smile

I watched all night.

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Added on July 11, 2013
Last Updated on July 11, 2013

I'm an amateur poet. I just write whatever is in my mind. I'm open to meet people and to receive opinions. more..