Thursday, January 9, 2014

The Morning


Once more I am awake at dawn
I hate to go to bed at night
The man who recently has gone
Creeps with the sun into my light

I pray that he will go away
Across the globe is not so far
Yet better still than yesterday
There just remains the smallest scar

Now lips do kiss where it once hurt
And laughing I’m a fool once more
Remembering how to smile and flirt
Feels better than it did before

The morning comes, now I can sleep
For night has passed quite wickedly
And though I may be falling deep
I’m doing so quite happily