The Morning Sun
The morning sun caresses’ my eyes,
Luring me to an early rise,.
The culprit of my dreams demise,
Evaporating the dew which blankets my mind.
Her crimson lipstick leaves the trace,
An impression of her lips embrace,
And without warning, no time to brace,
The sun creeps in to burns my eyes.
And I agonize, as I don my disguise
When living in this world outside my mind
Reality’s cruel sense of humor,
Simply substantiates the rumor
That in this world in which I encumber,
I truly live within my slumber
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