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Up at 12 thinking about what should be,
What could be,
My hearts reaching for what's not there,
Straining to remain laying it all out bare,
Up at 12 thinking about what should be,
What could be,
The possibilities of entertaining this unknown feeling,
Gambling , wishing taking risk so appealing,
Up at 12 past knowing this could be my last,
Last love song broken down to a poem of wants wishes and could haves,
I'm pushing for more I'm not capable of giving half of me,
I'm pouring myself out because this will be my last word spoken. Heart unbroken.
Up at 12 and sure of what is.