Morning Sun

I rub my eyes, and you're not there,

I brush my teeth, while I stare,

At the bed that's lonely and crumpled,

All throughout the day I feel somewhat disgruntled,

I can't think when you push my thoughts and

worries aside,

I have no complaints, I go along for the ride.
 

Reviews

[nostal]

Was this a mistake?
Good poem though.