3 A.M.

3 A.M.

A Poem by Olivia Yvonne

It was the silence that
Scared her the most.
The secrets it held,
The guilt weighed her down.
It hung heavy in the air like a ghost,
And yet she was more
Frightened to break it.

© 2014 Olivia Yvonne


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Quiet thrilling. Sometimes, staying up at night`s itself a crazy cool things to do with time indeed. But not much. Because, we become addicted to this if we do it incessantly throughout the coldness of winds. Nice imagery!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Turn on the radio! j/k

I can relate to this. I sometimes love silence, and then it can get to be a bit much too.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on July 23, 2014
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Olivia Yvonne
Olivia Yvonne

Mission Viejo, CA



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