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Morning
There is nothing
in the morning
(or naught worth wasted words)
for anyone
But life has taught me
I am no one
(and I dare not sleep to miss it)
And so I see
All open-eyed
The
ugly
little
human
truths
And all those bitter lies
Hidden in pastel sunrise
as they are
So pretty in pink
But clear as day
(or spirit soaked spirits)
to me
in the morning
(or naught worth wasted words)
for anyone
But life has taught me
I am no one
(and I dare not sleep to miss it)
And so I see
All open-eyed
The
ugly
little
human
truths
And all those bitter lies
Hidden in pastel sunrise
as they are
So pretty in pink
But clear as day
(or spirit soaked spirits)
to me
Published 26th Jun 2010
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26th Jun 2010 6:02pm
you convey the brutal truth in such a soft way..and where you describe those secrets in the sunrise clear as day, that's perfect.
27th Jun 2010 5:18pm
That's exactly what I was going for; soft but brutal. Thanks for the comment!
