i like it when it's early morning.
those last few moments before chaos,
just sitting there and watching the sun dawn.
the sky lights up with mixtures of oranges and fiery reds.
the shadows scatter to their dark corners of the earth.
the early morning.
the air is no longer tainted with unspoken words as the world sleeps soundly in serenity.
a smattering of noise.
barely any noise.
just you and your thoughts,
and those early morning walks.
YOU ARE READING
- poems.
Poetrya collection of incoherent poems written by yours truly. possible trigger warnings. i use poetry and writing as a means of escaping what is supposed to be reality. © | siredtohayley | 2019 -
