Nov 20, 2022
Little pieces of me
scattered on a page
An open book
A made you look
These are just my every days
A tired wake up
A soft good morning
I cannot wait to sleep til noon
But that means I’ll miss our sunrise
And that, I just cannot do
So I’ll be up with this soft light
And if you give me time-
I’ll leap out of the covers
To watch the clouds and colors climb.