4 A.M.

4 A.M.

A Poem by Attaxer
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Incoherent ramblings

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Punch drunk with love right in the face, man.
Don't understand how it keeps happening but it does.
Now it's 4 A.M. 
I'm sitting here in my boxers,
and I can't seem to get her outta my head.
I wonder what she would say if she knew...
Oh well... it's probably not important.
Pieces fall where they may no matter what I do.

© 2011 Attaxer


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we can all relate. simple, yet it gets the love drunk point across.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like it. Reminds me of staying awake, thinking about a person you're in love with, worrying all night, blowing up your concerns about everything they'd find wrong with you, until you find you've been awake for six hours just thinking about them.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on April 9, 2011
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Attaxer
Attaxer

Louisville, KY



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I'm a different type of individual than most would assume. I am honest to a fault. I am caring. I embrace three basic principles. Expression is the key to happiness. Know who you are an.. more..

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