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Feb 2018
Every morning I wake with the half-risen sun shining through
my blinds
It glistens beautifully off the tears streaming from my eyes

Every morning I wake, I remember the olden days
Just a boy crying for his lost balloon
With such a big imagination, it could have sent you to the moon

Oh how I would give anything to turn back time

Every morning, I'm mourning

Baby brother, I miss you.




             It's
       because   I
   w a s       SELFISH
          A N D
     r a n     a w a y


                                   Yo u          could
                                   H A V E  B E E N
                                           SAVED


            IF         OnlY           I
                     Stayed
IN                                                  MY
   ­                  P L A C E

                                                              ­                                                                 ­             
                                                   ­                                               



              ­                                                                 ­                    I'm   sorry
Morning
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Morning  F/California
(F/California)   
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