The morning woke me with a ray of light,
And you filled my day with promises.
The expectations when your eyes met mine,
Fell short when contained in the premises.
I moved on, or worked on it for some time -
It was still hard not to think of you.
Repetition turns to habit and so I survived,
Yet sometimes I catch a case of the blues.
The clues of how I feel I lay around -
Little pieces of a broken glass.
Then I realize the still open wounds,
The need to recover and confess.
The morning woke me with a ray of light,
A baggage by the bed; a seasoned heart
Now opens carefully, guarding inside,
Before it agrees to a new start…
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