• the_skinnypoet 6w

    I am the early morning yawns
    With milky hazy teabag eyes
    Yet sulks under sweat stained bedsheets
    With a pillow witnessing many more cries

    I am the downpour that falls
    Too tired to lift up that torn soul
    Petrichor, sedate me once more
    Let me breathe you in deeply as never before

    I am that one headache befall
    Best to rest within them blue four walls
    Though everything good out there calls
    Don't wake me yet, I don't dream that tall