The first thing
I wake up to find—
As neither a morning person
Nor that who hates sleep;Brings joy to
My hated mondays.
And every mornings after,
Even on days no need for alarm.So much into it,
That bitter but sweet
Addiction;
—like my daily cups of coffe;
My daily dosage of you.
BINABASA MO ANG
inked.
PoetryJust some random thoughts in my mind, felt by the heart and inked on paper by my hands to make these not-so-nice poems for the soul. matry.lang.