"Good morning, good morning," she says to me.
With both eyes wide open, so I can see.
"Good morning, good morning," is it a dream?
With both eyes wide shut, so it would seem.
"Good morning, good morning," she says to me.
Holding her safe and close, so it shall be.
"Good morning, good morning," I know it's real.
Having spent the night entwined, head to heel.
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Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years
PoetryA collection of poems from my early years, up to the present. Many are about love, but also family, friends, life in general, as well as the struggles many of us face as we discover ourselves. #Wattys2016 #Wattys2019 *Note: Stories with an asterisk...
