11pm is for those who can't sleep,
bloods filled with rush;
because of the sweet texts they just can't wait to read.
1am is for the poets who just can't stop,
can't stop the thoughts entering --
entering their mind one by one.
And 2am is for the broken.
The ones who can't stop thinking,
Thinking of what might've been,
What could've been.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
11pm is for those who can't sleep,
bloods filled with rush;
because of the sweet texts they just can't wait to read.
1am is for the poets who just can't stop,
can't stop the thoughts entering --
entering their mind one by one.
And 2am is for the broken.
The ones who can't stop thinking,
Thinking of what might've been,
What could've been.
