My 3 am...

Can't recall the last time I wrote,
And this time I am forcing myself too.
My actions are misleading at times,
But I love you and you'll know it's true.

This is new for me, it is new for you too,
By love, I never wanted to be chased.
I might have portrayed that love is a cage,
But that is because of the way I was raised.

It hunted us down and here you are,
Coping with a hot headed woman like me.
I can't promise to be sober in anger, I can't,
But I promise a sorry, I go down on my knee.

There is jealousy, joy and some blue,
But Red is the best when we are kissing.

When I say I miss the colour,

It is the adventurer in me I am missing.

I wanted to write a sunshine rhyme,
But what can I do, a poem I can't fake.
So all I have written is truth, my love
I leave it to you whatever you make.

I hope you don't regret what you chose,
A piece of crooked heart, it is no gem.
You will  be mine, if you want it too,
As you are my one and only.... 3 am.