The lost dawn of the morning
is truly done and gone
the lights are all off and quiet
thank goodness no one can see me
wrecked with little Ms. shy thing
sipping the life back into me.
Even the birdsongs are screaming
from the floor to the ceiling.
What started out as whispering
quickly evolved to a heartbeat
pounding in the throat.
Strangers and their funny hands
unsure where to put them.
I believe in foretelling visions
especially coming from
someone so serious.
The one type that get me
oh my is this a dream?
You must know how to cut hair
how to properly walk in a room
know what it means to have a playlist.
The last dawn is now done and dusted
the jealous sun has ruined everything
it’s time to get up and move on.
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