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The Morning After
I woke up in the early morning
The cold room chilled me to the bone
My arms reached out to pull you near
And I realized I was all alone
My hand touched the spot where you slept
Hoping that the warmth was still there
Knowing that it was all a dream
This time together that we share
A pillow where your body was
I must have held that all night long
Why does it seem my happiness fades
When the night gives in to the dawn
So I pull that pillow closer
As a tear rolls soft on my cheek
I whisper to you that I love you
Then I close my eyes and beg to sleep
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-3-04
~Design by Liandre~
The cold room chilled me to the bone
My arms reached out to pull you near
And I realized I was all alone
My hand touched the spot where you slept
Hoping that the warmth was still there
Knowing that it was all a dream
This time together that we share
A pillow where your body was
I must have held that all night long
Why does it seem my happiness fades
When the night gives in to the dawn
So I pull that pillow closer
As a tear rolls soft on my cheek
I whisper to you that I love you
Then I close my eyes and beg to sleep
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-3-04
~Design by Liandre~
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