When The Morning Light Hits

Written by: Kyle kriticos

She cherishes something that doesn't exist
A truth that she lives by
From a fictional script
I will not be staying
When the morning light hits

She runs through my hair
With her slender white hand
She says "Could you stay?" and I say that I can
She says "Are you happy?" and I say that I am
And I should be honest. A man should be honest...

When she asks if I love her, I search for the words
But they're in a pile
With my shoes and her shirt
I'm losing my answer, in a passionate kiss
But I'll gather it quickly, when the morning light hits

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos