I wake up
groggy, grainy, confused
with a taste of disdain on my tongue
I tilt my head
the only speck of magic is the sunlight bouncing off your brown hair
my sadness watches you longingly
I decide,
it is enough to start the day.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
I wake up
groggy, grainy, confused
with a taste of disdain on my tongue
I tilt my head
the only speck of magic is the sunlight bouncing off your brown hair
my sadness watches you longingly
I decide,
it is enough to start the day.
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