Urban Morning
I can’t breathe.
The sun’s just rising,
The sky is singing,
blushing, swooning, glowing.
I can’t look anymore.
Clouds are spilled across the sky,
My heart is erratic,
It sputters out of sync,
I’m finally alive.
I can’t breathe.
The sun’s just rising,
The sky is singing,
blushing, swooning, glowing.
I can’t look anymore.
Clouds are spilled across the sky,
My heart is erratic,
It sputters out of sync,
I’m finally alive.
There’s that perpetual orb again,
who would be employee of the month
every month
for the unimaginable consistency offered to the world.
I wish I was that reliable.
THIS, is perf. ok l o ve
Similar to how a hot plate slowly warms
the sun rose.
And like the flight of a flapjack
the night warmed to day.
adasasg give me another go