Brisk early morning
Birds singing, serving up joy
An extra cup please
A start for a day.
A new beginning.
A new chance to live your life the way you want to.
Your life - your decisions.
Make the best of each day of your life.
Make mistakes - be happy.
Make yourself happy.
And the next morning wake up and think of all the thinks that made you happy yesterday and find the things that will make you happy today.
You have the ability to change you and yourself everyday, every morning.
𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒
𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽
𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒻𝒻
its 7:45am and i'm barefoot in my grandparents kitchen
freshly brewed coffee steams in my grandfather's mug
as cinnamon rolls bake in the oven.
the tile is cold.
his smile is warm.
he lets me lick the spoon after he spreads the icing.
we pretend to fight over the best roll, he lets me win.
today, i was alone in my kitchen in a different state.
my coffee was mixed with bailey's and it steamed in my mug.
i bake the same brand of cinnamon rolls in my oven.
the tile is cold.
i smile at the thought of him.
i lick the icing off the spoon out of habit, its almost too sweet.
i don't have to fight for the best one.
and when I lay here
bathed in the morning light
I think about times long ago,
when you were here with me
bathed in the same glow
and drinking coffee
after sleepless nights
wrapped in only our sheets
and looking at the sun
as it rises over the city.
oh how I miss you here.
“speck of sunshine beneath the clouds,
daylight breaks, bring rooster’s sound.
yawns and sighs as time ticks through,
rustling sheets bid me adieu.
farewell, goodbye, I’ll see you soon,
perhaps sometime this afternoon?”
The little bird
Sings its way to my heart
Dressed in black and white
Pecks at the new leaves
Taps and dances on the twigs
A little left and then to the right
Bobs and glides quite light
It rises to the new dawn
And sings a new song
Melodic the tunes
The little bird in black and white feathers
It’s The Oriental Magpie- Robin
I'm tired but I'm hungry too
so I'm going to grab a slice of bread
and lay in bed until the afternoon.
Created by me on November 18th, 2019
Short and simple, gotta love it.
The gentle Amber light of dawn
My legs entwined in yours
A mess of unmade bedsheets
And sweat soaked kisses
The birds chirp their morning melody
My face buried in your chest
A deep breath as I hold you tighter
And take in your scent.
Waking up to your face, everyday.
This will be our mornings, one day.
I wrote this when I missed waking up next to him.. In his arms... This is a memory I was able to put into words