Remind me again that mornings
bring new hope
that basking in the light won't burn me.
Remind me again that mornings
are exciting
that there is an unexpected surprise ahead.
Remind me again that mornings
reveal a daily life purpose
that each passing day adds meaning to my insignificant existence.
Remind me again that mornings
are for rising up
that it is neither for bidding 'goodnight' or 'sweet dreams'.
Remind me again that mornings
can be beautiful
Even if I won't find myself waking in your arms anymore.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 7:00 PM UTC
Remind me again that mornings
bring new hope
that basking in the light won't burn me.
Remind me again that mornings
are exciting
that there is an unexpected surprise ahead.
Remind me again that mornings
reveal a daily life purpose
that each passing day adds meaning to my insignificant existence.
Remind me again that mornings
are for rising up
that it is neither for bidding 'goodnight' or 'sweet dreams'.
Remind me again that mornings
can be beautiful
Even if I won't find myself waking in your arms anymore.
It's morning again. I haven't slept since yesterday. It's becoming an unconventional routine — making mornings my good nights. For without you, the sunrise seems like a sunset. Remind me again that I can get up on mornings just fine and sleep soundly at night without being haunted by memories we once shared.
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