In the morning
I am waiting
I'll be different
In the morning
Watching your eyes
Slowly closing
When I kissed you
In the morning
The sound of your voice
In my room
We were breathing
Quiet respite
Burning in my chest
Your heart still beats
In my hand then I saw yours
Touching my life
In the morning
Color like a sun filled emerald
Your eyes warming me
Touching souls
In my winter
The back of my fingers
Tickling your cheek
Sudden tremors
Stained glass windows
Church Street without you
Alone in the night
I linger in that moment
Raspberry dreamlike
Red horses at the gate
Riding through the air
Peaceful in my hands
Taking the dare
In the morning
I am waiting
I'll be different
In the morning
I will wake up
Tossing lightly
In Thursday's dawn
I knew the meaning
When morning has come and gone
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