Title: Every Morning Hurt (Part 2)
By: Francis Moje
I won your heart in the middle of my pain,
But when the pain was gone you were gone too.
I thought I lost everything that day,
Until you were giving me a glimpse of hope.
Those were just glimpse, though.
I didn’t see it as a stable beam of light in my chest.
Your effect is like a drug to me every daylight.
I see things about you even when you’re gone.
Sometimes I see you at the corner of the room,
Sometimes you’re sitting in the lawn,
Sometimes you’re walking around the hall,
But in my heart and mind you never, ever leave.
I feel like a victim in this crazy little world.
We drunk in the same glass of champagne,
Ate on the same plate and with one fork and knife,
We almost shared every smile and laugh,
But only during the night time when you were with me.
Everything vanish once we wake up the morning after.
I shouldn’t take this really hard
But even if I pray, I still got you in my head,
I’m still wanting to be with you all day of my life.
I know you can see it from my eyes
Every time you look at me,
And feel it from the way I hold you as we sleep.
Again, we sleep and, again, it’s morning.
It’s time for you to say good-bye,
And pretend everything didn’t happen.
I need to stay away from my computer
And then, explain to my friends why I didn’t join them.
It’s hard…but to live with you – it’s everything.
Why does every morning hurt like this?
Why do we need to do wrong to make things right?
Why do we need to hide in the dark to love and be alive?
We’re like living in a dream:
Everything fades once we’re awaken.
The sun is almost up, here we are again…the pain.