i will call you beautiful in the mornings
when the sky isn't ready to be shown
and all the smiles i've promised you
for the years that aren't even thoughts yet are hiding under my skin
sending morse code shivers down my spine
theres a moment in those mornings
when the darkness is putting itself to sleep
i will be there
on the cold side of your pillow
awaiting your day to begin
to turn these shivers to something solid
like a smile i can kiss into you like promises for tomorrows
that arent even thoughts yet
not thoughts
just promises
promises that the morning keeps fresh
in the cold
in the darkness
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