My
morning’s delight
For
days you haven’t been
The
effect is somber
I
wake up tired, bloodshot eyes
A
gush of air, across my face
Fails
to drive you away
And
I remember you
Conceited
woman, wanton love
Futile
desire, I mull over
Your
treachery, albeit with no anger
Though
gone, you are just at the turn
The
play is stupidity, my princess
No
more you can run
Luxury,
worldly pleasure
You
desire lavish affairs
But
everything comes for a price
There
is no remembrance
Of
kisses we shared, the way we loved
Though
I clearly remember the beginning
Of
the end that was
My
morning’s delight
For
days you haven’t been
Darkness
within, morning’s delight
For
no more you will ever be
