The light hits my face as I realize it's already morning
The warmth of the sun makes me happy inside
My cold body grasping the heat to fulfill it's normal temperature
My eyes open with tiredness
I smile thinking about the words that my love tells me
It's a good morning I tell myself as I lie in bed
With lovey dovey thoughts in my head
Idk this one so I'm sorry if it's trash
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Poems
PoetryI read and write poems, I write poems to get all the thoughts and ideas out. More realistically PAIN, but other than that I feel like people can relate to such words as mine.
