3am/Last First Love Poem by Desiree Whitamore
3am/Last First Love
its 3 am. but i am not sleeping
i've come down here to think about us.
the stars above me have gathered together
and the words are spelled out of love
and i guess this is it:
this is the loudest fight
these are our angry words
as our souls collide
i figure this can't work.
this is our last goodbye
this our last fed up
as the moonlight dies
this is our last first love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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