The morn I woke upon was stark
much symbolized by the white fade after a gun shot
I must have thought
or so, I doubt,
I might be afraid of having my eyes opened
I never knew what may come
I dressed myself
put on make up
made my hair
It could have, wait...
it has been a beautiful Saturday to begin with
It hasn't been missing, all the while
I was actually awake, eyes closed,
whenever you came back, and when you went away again
I remember what it was
how it was
if that ever was a gift that I was granted for
It was one of the moments that I wish that I could talk to you.
No comments:
Post a Comment