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My Morning Call...

This poem, ironically, took place in the morning, but was written at night..

I don't know how that happened but—- nevertheless, it still carries my heart—

As it goes back to you.. ^_^

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Shortest poem I've ever made— yet it holds the most emotions I've ever felt..

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My Morning Call...

Get out of your sheets and just walk right away

It's your face that I want at the start of the day

I don't care how you look when you got out of bed

So don't fix your hair, hurry back to me instead...

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I want to see your face as you smile half-awake

To hear every breath and sweet snores that you make

And I'll tease how your voice sounds like in the morning

Then I'll watch you drink coffee, as I pretend to be reading...

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I will try to untangle the curls on your hair

And brush it with my fingers as you sit on the chair

Though our lips in the morning is as dry as it could be,

Another day here with you's the sweetest kiss for me...

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—- Frail Lockheart