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Normally I hate mornings.
Its cruel to wake me up that early,
I'm never even truly awake.
But I do love the mornings.
I like to stay up and watch the sun rise -
Most of all I love before the sun rises.
Everything is blue,
Soft and quiet no matter how loud it may seem.
If I wake up everything is foggy
like a far off vision
of an unreal world.
But if I stay and watch the night fade,
the moon leave the sky,
I see the sky fill with color
The most beautiful blue ever.
I dream my eyes are that color
But I cannot see myself the way others see me
I see what I may like and not like
hate and loathe but never love...
I don't think of that this morning
For just as much as I have been awaken to the early dawn
I long to hide and sleep as the piercing rays
Burn my delicate eyes.
I blink and turn away and hide from the light and cold alone.
Mornings are always cold and only enjoyed in someone's arms.
I curl back up and lean against the frigid car door
and try not to think of my dreams
of a blue world full of you
and the comforting warmth
of the beating of another's heart