Poetry of Faith ♥[Daughter of the King]♥

Morning Habits

Already awake, but my eyes are still close.

My mind keeps thinkin' of mem'ries I can't lose.

This is what I used to do every morning;

with crazy heart and mind that shouts your name.

My hand would creep and reach for the pen.

Again, I would then be writing your name.

Then I'll stand to look out of the window,

Closing my eyes and foolishly, I'll think of you.

I would even doodle your fascinating smile;

So that I can see it all the while.

How I wish this craziness would split!

Especially these stupid morning habits!