Morning

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It's too early
The light pours in
The darkness that surrounds me
Disappears in a blink.

You're already awake
In this Monday morning I hate
You smile and kiss me
You make my day.

But that was before
Now you're gone
My heart is frozen
I'm all alone

I tell myself that this is not the end
I cannot give up
But how can I not,
If you were my world love?

It's a Sunday morning
The sun is bright
It's no longer a secret
You're no longer my light

But doesn't mean it's the end
I'll continue to fight
This morning is my new beginning
I tell myself "It'll be alright."

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    It's been so long since I've last typed a poem, even if no one really reads this, I'd still like to say sorry for not posting anything for the past months.

      I really wanted to post something regarding Christmas and New year but nothing seemed to come to mind.

Anyway though thank you to the person who is reading this.

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