Morning's at my door
so I boarded up the windows
to hide in the dark light
and wait for the moon light
morning, I know she's there
I can feel it in the clean air
light a cigarette for an idea you can't protect
regret
for not kissing morning at her awake
as a stranger attend the wake
just watching her gasp for her last breath
as that sunsets
in my mind, thoughts unkind
mountains of mourning
meet in the valleys
and dance in the warm light
a desert of wondering
an ocean of drowning
the calendar has built a wall of insanity
not striving for popularity
a birthday and funeral for everyday
and somehow that's okay
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 2:00 AM UTC
Morning's at my door
so I boarded up the windows
to hide in the dark light
and wait for the moon light
morning, I know she's there
I can feel it in the clean air
light a cigarette for an idea you can't protect
regret
for not kissing morning at her awake
as a stranger attend the wake
just watching her gasp for her last breath
as that sunsets
in my mind, thoughts unkind
mountains of mourning
meet in the valleys
and dance in the warm light
a desert of wondering
an ocean of drowning
the calendar has built a wall of insanity
not striving for popularity
a birthday and funeral for everyday
and somehow that's okay
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