Mourning in the Morning

The morning wakes.
The sun smiles.
I’m sure whatever happens,
will be worthwhile.

So please get up,
Just please arise.
Oh how I miss,
your pretty eyes.

I see very little meaning
without you,
and now I’m grieving.
I’m all alone.

A new day is here,
but why aren’t you?

I miss you more
than I’d miss the world.
But I’ll let you go,
as I should.
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Published on March 04, 2025 08:54
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