Martin - the three oclock in the morning sessions

the three o'clock in the morning sessions angie martin This edition published by Indie World Publishing & Author Services via CreateSpace Text Angie Martin 2014 This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the authors imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. In accordance with U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher constitute unlawful piracy and theft of the author's intellectual property.

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This work of fiction contains adult situations that may not be suitable for children under eighteen years of age. Recommended for mature audiences only. they won't stay broken forever. t he three o'clock in the morning sessions are the times when you feel most alone when you sit by yourself, wishing someone was next to you when you can't sleep, you can't dream comfort is nowhere to be found the room is filled with might-have-beens your heart is full of sorrow your mind is full of wisdom that you wasted on something else and there are no more tomorrows the three o'clock in the morning sessions are filled with heartache with loss, with pain with soulful crying outs and never-ending tears life is all in lowercase, and so are you it is the time your heart beats for someone not there when you wish you had done things differently a time filled with melancholy memories when you wish you weren't you everyone's three o'clock in the morning sessions are just a little different here are mine t here he sits sits and waits holding still for a twist of fate in a crowded room far away will he see me this lonely day he turns his head and i can't believe his eyes are looking right past me this invisible girl with an invisible heart slowly shattering into a thousand parts but the music playing from his eyes encompasses me goes deep inside raptures my soul in a symphony until i can no longer see me should i do it part my lips open my heart let the words slip out of the mouth that longs to taste savor his love not one moment waste it isn't right it isn't fair why i should feel why i should care about this man who does not see about this man lord, set me free and so like he i'll sit and wait holding still for a twist of fate patience till i find my way patience till my dying day t here are moments in time when i dont feel so alone looking over my shoulder to see where it all began how you could have known to find me when i was so lost i long for you to reach for me hold my heart in your hands fill this void with something only you possess undress my soul with desire that cannot be contained an erupting passion never to be controlled a gentle touch from behind a wistful smile, and a dream that melodic voice moving me to the ends of the earth breaking up my rain clouds with the light of desire all those unspoken words suddenly expressed in a touch emotions swell from an intense memory i free my soul and close my eyes youre all thats there thats all that i see everything i am i breathe into you s hhh come here just a little closer i have a secret to show you but you already know that dont you? no matter i'll still show you but you have to come here and promise to not tell a soul well dig it out of this dusty, cobwebbed box now dont worry about me i trust your intentions are good i knew it when i first saw you that curious innocence dancing in your eyes yes, i saw that as well theres a lot that i saw things that i could never tell you but you already know that, too dont you? no matter my secrets the important thing the box seems bottomless, i know but please bear with me oh, ignore that skeleton there well just toss it aside its only there to scare people what, youre not scared? neither am i at least not anymore yes, there was a time when the dark kept coming but no longer wait, there it is the secret i wanted to show you i realize its simple only a mirror yet if you hold it up then youll understand s tanding eagerly on the edge of life under a full moon devouring all inhibition a sensual song caressing my skin like an arousing touch awakening my body a heated dance of need stealing breath from my lungs succumbing to the ecstasy bendable and breakable a feverish crescendo building upon my mind leaving red marks of passion burning upon my soul the sweet taste of intensity leaving bitterness on my tongue endless tears of desire scraping across my thoughts pushing the limits but no longer caring going zero to nowhere reckless with my heartNext page