Quarter Till Six Poem by Rachel Hankins

The sun rose a quarter till six
we stayed out all night just for kicks
lying there on your hood
being by your side
never knowing that night I cried
running around from place to place
I never really saw your face
always trying to get closer
it wasn't you I need
listening to the lines you feed
it wasn't you that I grew to love more
who it was you'll never be sure
finally parking at the cemetary there
remembering the brick wall we had to share
it was late and yet so early
I knew that you were so tired
but still I was so wired
it wasnt you that I thought of at all
running away from that wall
still thinking back to that night
you were never within my sight
saying you love me
wont make you what I see
saying you love me
wont make it be