Mourning/Morning

This is mourning

in the  morning.

 

When your pillow is streaked

With tainted tears

Waking up like you haven’t

Slept in years

You ignored all the warnings

Not to get near

Pulled him close anyway

Forgot about fear

 

Now there’s a price to pay

(Pretty high)

For everything you said

Last night

And even though you know

You’re right

Just let it go, not worth

The fight

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