Sunday Morning Wreckage
The birds chirping remind me of
Soft expressions of natures love
The softness of her almond eyes
Seeing through my streetwise disguise
Blushes revealing hidden truth
Honesty in its pure let soothe
My heart ache, but now my head aches
As with the day my body wakes
Mr. Coffee, it's me again
How’ve you been, its been god knows when
You know the drill, it's par per course
Forgive and get back on the horse
Is it bad that I’m missing her
And everything else is a blur
Ah that aroma, oh so nice
I can’t believe, I broke the ice
Oh ,but my head feels broken too
At least the spinning seems ‘bout through
Poured with every ounce of concentration
With shaky fits of hesitation
Just a few spilled drops here and there
It's all right, right now: I don't care
Feels like I'm swirling down a drain
Loud colors burn my eyes and brain
Sitting relieves some of the pain
Always as bad as a migraine
But, feels so much worse in the vein
Of knowing you're your own worst bane
A piping cup of black coffee
With vanilla almond toffee
Admonishing me, to my right
The parental glaring sunlight
Way too early and way too bright
Oh, but what a glorious night
Stumbling home at quarter past three
I'm a wreck; hoping she calls me
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