At 3 in the morning...The world is quiet. The moon is the only source of light,and everything is still.It's like I am the only one lefton this terrible cruel earth. and I love it.
I'm safe, It's quiet, I'm safe, from the yelling.from the criticism.from the chaos, that life bringson a daily bases.
It's 3 in the morning and not once have I thought of your name...Not once have I thought about how you leftor how you will never come back. The bad thoughts are gone, and my tears have finally dried up..
At 3 in the morning,The night owl bids me good night. Letting me know that I am truly not alone.I hear every creak and windblown noise there really is to hear at 3 AM. I am oblivious to the outside world and all its dangers,At 3 in the morning. I am truly at peace.
About the Creator
Malai Sporner
Hi, my names Timberly but I go by malai. I like to call my self an amateur photographer and writer. I've written stories and poems majority of my life, and I've come to love every one of my pieces, and I hope you do as well.
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