2 a.m. is for the lonely ones.
It is for the poets and the writers,
With a million words in their head at once.
It is for the ones considered fighters.
2 a.m. is for the poets and writers,
The soldiers that just came back from war.
They are the ones we consider fighters,
Trying to drink to forget what they swore.
2 a.m. is for the soldiers back from war,
Not for the lovers, warm in each other’s arms.
It's for the alcoholics at the bar,
To forget someone who left them alone.
No, 2 a.m. is not for the lovers,
With a million words in their head at once,
Trying to forget someone who left them,
It is for the lonely ones awake at night.
2 a.m.
Nour Haddad
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