2 a.m.
2 a.m. - For the writers who sit awake with words flying through their minds. Visions and people coming forth from brain, to pen, to paper.
2 a.m. - For the alcoholics trying to wash away their woes. An attempt to forget their burned and scared pasts.
2 a.m. - For the lovers laying in their own beds, missing one another with a fiery passion. Falling asleep in their dreams, then they great each other in warm welcome.
2 a.m. - For those who love the nighttime best of all. They have the ability see life at a different hour, and intake the beauty.
2 a.m. - For astronomers and stargazers bound to the heavens. They fear nothing more than the rising of the sun.
2 a.m. - For the nights I lay awake dreaming about you and your perfection. Each star burning brightly for every time I thought the words, "I miss you."
YOU ARE READING
We Called it Love.
PoetryA collection of tales written by a depressed poet. Inspired by the boy who promised he'd never break her. These are the faults in my heart.
