3 Am Poem by Jacobo Miranda

3 Am



You didnt told me not to call you 3 in the night.
I did it. I dont care.
You are a nice person
i want to talk to you.
I dont care how drunk or emotional i am.
You are nice.
Please pick up.
I hope you pick up.
You picked up.
It sucked but it ruled
i told you stuff
you told me stuff
and it was ok.

I think i should drink less.
I think i should finish something.
I think to much
Do to little.

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