Waking Up.
Waking up this morning,
Gazing out the window,
into a pink and orange abyss.
A brand new day.
I wrap myself in the warmth
Of my housecoat,
Coat my throat with a tepid, fluid
Sip of freshly made coffee.
I reflect.
I feel so empty,
So lonely,
so lost.
Where are you?
In the orange, I see my inner flame.
Anger fueled me to the core.
In the pink, I see my tired cheeks,
blushing more and more.
I’m running out of will,
To keep myself moving forward.
I need you.
I need my best friend.
It’s lonely on the outside,
When no one is concerned.
When your inner flame,
Leaves you feeling burned
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