Mornings Are Hell - Poem by DJD Quick/dd
Every morning I wake up
And you don't know that I've cried
That my eyes have been cried out
And my tears have been dried
But I wake up from that night before
And I know that I've cried
That my heart still feels
All broken inside
What should I say?
What can I do?
All that I know is
I'm still in love with you.
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