Yesterday morning, my alarm clock rang in my ear;
I rolled over, wishing it could have been your sweet voice instead.
As the wind blew my hair off of my shoulders,
I closed my eyes, imagining it was you.
Last night, I wrapped my arms around myself,
wishing they were yours.
I sat up this morning, with tears drowning my cheeks,
with hope that you would appear to whip them away;
but reality has finally set in,
your not coming back.
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