I'm not a morning person
I believe
The moon has been broken
More than the sun ever has
Though
I don't see myself as broken
Just a somebody
Who has an appetite
For solitude
And a heart who's always borrowing
On others
I like waking up at twelve
So I can watch the day end earlier
And spend my hours
Writing romantic thoughts
About the love of the moon, the sun, And the stars
Pondering on a life full
Of swollen under eyes
YOU ARE READING
Snowflakes in Spring
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