i had never been a morning person.
the way the sun taunted me,
shined light on all the worries
i'll find crawling into my head.
how the cars outside reminded me
everyone is here yet i am still
alone.
how the birds could sing and instead of
humming along i'll tell myself i won't miss it.
the smell of food i have no desire to eat.
the bustle to responsibilities that act as
ball and chain.
i have never been a morning person
k.h.
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the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
