A Magnificent Routine
Drowsy days and sparkling nights,
When I get your attention,
I could not ask for more,
The moments when you care,
Make me light up.
Is it still me,
In this constant charade,
Of moral consequences,
Between wanting to leave,
And hoping this would last forever.
The first morning coffee and cigarette,
Hits my mind with sobriety,
As I look at you and know,
That this can never work,
Before I drift off into a dream again.
Copyright © Night Prophet | Year Posted 2017
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