Morning has broken
so why the hell fix it.
each days a long stumble
till night falls again.
my whole worlds a tumble,
ungraceful without you...
only my steady dreams
bring remembrances when...
Back when mornings were blessed
by your warmness beside me,
and my days were encompassed
in the sheer joy of you,
every night fell with warms
lips enveloping passion
in a less clumsy world where
all our dreams came true.
Each step that I take
when I rise from my bed,
moves me further away
from the paradise we knew
and your scent it still lingers
in the pillows beside me,
greeting me every morning,
haunting me all day too.
Then the night staggers in
as I stare at the ceiling,
counting all of the stucco
points hanging above.
then I count endless sheep
till I'm finally asleep,
and back in the arms
of the girl that I loved
Morning has broken
so why the hell fix it,
My days a long trip till
the night falls once more,
time no longer has meaning
as I slowly am weaning
My heart from its shattering
by a girl I adored.
Morning has broken
so why the hell fix it,
it matches my heart
since you left me behind,
let it bleed through my window,
in a bright yellow puddle,
let it break hard forever
through the slats of my blinds,
why the hell should I fix it
when it's been so unkind.
when it's been so unkind.........
Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
©-2020- by-Matthew F. Blowers III
picture from my photo work-©-2020
