The A. M series ✨
Tears poured away at the early hours of the AM is usually about someone.
It's when you are most alone, so you let it all go.
It feels so good to cry in front of the moon, it feels so bad too.
Your thoughts are either the demons to hunt you, or the Angels to comfort you.
Pain in your chest, you begin to feel it a lot better, it's that sweet pain.
You lay on a still surface with your mind in motion.
Everywhere is quiet, it's a perfect moment for this devotion.
What type of heart have you got! It gets shattered but instead of giving up, it heals in wounds, growing layers and layers of more feels.
All this amount of cares to give and yet my nights are dead to me.
All this kindness yet it feels like I am angel without wings.
Many times I have cried in the AM, my flesh is diminishing from my injured soul. Tears poured away at the early hours of the AM is usually about someone.
It's when you are most alone, so you let it all go.
It feels so good to cry in front of the moon, it feels so bad too.
Your thoughts are either the demons to hunt you, or the Angels to comfort you.
Pain in your chest, you begin to feel it a lot better, it's that sweet pain.
You lay on a still surface with your mind in motion.
Everywhere is quiet, it's a perfect moment for this devotion.
What type of heart have you got! It gets shattered but instead of giving up, it heals in wounds, growing layers and layers of more feels.
All this amount of cares to give and yet my nights are dead to me.
All this kindness yet it feels like I am angel without wings.
Many times I have cried in the AM, my flesh is diminishing from my injured soul.
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