The morning lightA Poem by LifeInPoetryYou say my voice is like the melody of a thousand beating hearts, So kind and gentle and yet can still breathe fire. You say my touch is the soft winds kiss, And the only touch you desire. You say I smell like your childhood treats, In which the hardest of candies have the softest of centres, You say my heart is a mosaic of smashed glass, And still so fragile and tender. I see you love all of my senses, All of my best and worst parts. And yet I wonder if you'd continue to love me, Once we step out of the dark. I see the freckles all over my body, Are simply imperfect, misnamed marks, Lets no romanticize it, And say there a constellation of stars. I see the white scars across my skin, A reminder of all of my demons. Lets not make excuses for what they are, The war wounds from the darkest of seasons. So now you see I am a flawed creation, You see you never know who you're kissing goodnight. So my dear I have only one question? Would you still love me in the morning light. © 2014 LifeInPoetryFeatured Review
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Added on February 28, 2014Last Updated on February 28, 2014 AuthorLifeInPoetryUnited KingdomAboutI am utterly in love with the words of wonderful people. "I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."- Augusten Burroughs "I long so much to make beautiful thing.. more..Writing
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