Since 5 a.m.,
With you and your voice sounding like
Home,
I've been wishing I could bottle up the feelings of all night/early morning.
I looked out my window to see darkness,
I looked out my window to see dawn,
I looked out my window to see the miles between,
I looked out my window all night long.
But morning came bitterly.
I am growing tired of myself,
As I wish I could slip away back into the night.
The dark is where I am comfortable.
I looked through the pages to see angst,
I looked through the pages to see poetry,
I looked through the pages to see ink,
I looked through the pages to read about me.
- (m.m)
Idk do you guys like this or was the pattern too all over the place?