Morning SunA Poem by Megan
I tend to grow jealous of the morning sun seeking through your blinds
Her beams of light shine on your innocent face The rays soak through your speckled irises And shine against the window's glass Wishing her a good morning I wish I was your heavenly halcyon light Give me a chance to shine I promise I can be your morning sun I know the other side of your bed remains cold And the sheets remain unwrinkled Let me fill the spaces your missing I can shine through your blinds Don't hide under the covers Darling, If you give me a chance I can be your morning sun.
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