3am is for the poets who
can’t sleep because their
minds are alive with words
for someone who’s not there
For the alcoholics drinking
themselves into amnesia to
forget some who left
3am is not for the lovers
asleep in each other’s arms
It is for the lonely. the ones
who are in love with the
loved but are not loved in
return.
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3:17am || Brad Simpson
Fiksi Penggemar3:17 that was the exact moment the vodka and fruit punch covered words fell out of his mouth, he tried to scoop them back up as fast as they came out. Loving him was as like drowning and I wasn't even trying to bring myself back to the surface. I st...
