its one in the morning
and half way to dawning,
I'd write something pretty,
But I'm afraid you'd be scorning,
Or at the very least yawning,
It's one in the morning.
Halfway to dawning,
I should be sleeping,
But melancholy is spawning,
It's one in the morning,
Halfway to dawning,
I remember your wedding clothes,
As you stood in the awning,
It's one in the morning,
I have finally stopped fawning,
the realisation has come,
that true love ain't sworn in
Though we lie together, we'll never be one,
In the morning.
Saturday, 18 January 2014
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