Early in the morning: Dawn, While still in my pajamas And still eyes clenched shut, I'd open the window and let The cool, whimsical wind Splash my face with the Phrase "Good Morning" . The Breeze was as serene as The birds on the telephone wire. 2 deep breaths and I think back to you.
Eyes adjusting to the light Scratching its way into the Crevices of my room. I open them wider. I want to see everything. These early Saturday Mornings Tear memories from my brain And present them in front of my Eyes like photos at a museum. 2 deep breaths and I think back to you.
Resting my head on the windowpane, My thoughts soar, And my hopes plummet. I can never get you back, And you cannot have me. The birds sing an unfamiliar tune That makes my head spin. And I suffocate in their cotton candy Sentimental ode to the sky. 2 deep breaths and I think back to you. 2 breaths more and I think back to us.
This was one of my favorite poems that I wrote last year. This post is just to start off my poetry page and I promise new poems will be coming soon! Until then, Enjoy some of my poetry from previous years of creatively writing.