23rd Hour

It's only 11 somethin' ; you still on my mind.

I know I think too much of our memorable times.

But I can't help if we had a hell of a good time.

 

Now it's 12 something and I can't get you out of my mind. 

Boy how times fly.

Times flying as You zoom past me.

As if I wasn't trying to let us be.

 

Now the next day is here.

And I wake up with you on my mind thinking outloud ... "Am I still on his mind?"

 

Day in and day out; I never stop thinking about you.

Even if I tried .

It's hard to let you go. Its unreal on how things ended; even though you pretended.

 

The things you thought.

Oh how was I not offended?

Clueless aren't you?

Turning the sky grey making it blueless.

The compression I felt in my heart turned into depression that teared me apart.

 

Yet you thought you had me stuck. But in reality I had you.

I got over the pain that you caused.

But then I pause, to hurt myself again thinking about those memorable times that happened at 11 something and ended at 12 something.

What a night to remember?