And the morning after
is always tinged with regret;
I can see it in the sunrise before I
open my curtains.
If only I could pretend
that, some days, it doesn't
keep me better company
than my faithful lover.
© Indigo Kenna
Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 4:01 AM UTC
And the morning after
is always tinged with regret;
I can see it in the sunrise before I
open my curtains.
If only I could pretend
that, some days, it doesn't
keep me better company
than my faithful lover.
© Indigo Kenna
