The birds are awake and singing
As I lie here and listen to their songs
I can't help but wonder if you have slept at all
Another sleepless night
Another morning I have no energy to drag myself to work
Another vodka cran for the heartache
They say the early bird gets the worm
But I can't help but wonder if you kissed my lips right now
What type of pain you would taste
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With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
