Morning Hours

Morning Hours

A Poem by Emma Garside

I could say that 2 am knows all my secrets

but its because I talk to you that 2 am knows this.

I want to say that 3 am doesn't knows all my lies

but only because these lies swim from my mouth and flow into your ears

that you hear them and accept them that and never question.

I would say that 4 am knows my fears

but we all know that’s an understatement

for you must know losing you or losing myself are my biggest fears

and those, those are nightmares.

I need to say that 5 am knows what I dream about

but dreams are never important or life-changing enough,

to remember for more that a second or a lifetime.

I should say that 6 am knows my smiling face and happy personality

but who are we to kid, that face is mask that we put on when we wake,

to avoid the world from the harshness and cruelty.

I believe it when I say 7 am knows I am the best actor the world has to offer,

for you see, no one knows the way I am like the hours of the morning.

2 AM knows my love for you is stronger than anything else,

3 AM knows knows the hidden lie behind every truth,

4 AM knows I am never as strong as I say I am,

5 AM knows how to create the best nightmares,

6 AM knows how hard faking it everyday isn't easy,

7 AM knows who the Oscar goes to in the end.

© 2013 Emma Garside


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Added on April 17, 2013
Last Updated on April 17, 2013
Tags: life, teen, love, depression, truth, time, night, thinking, alone, personal