"Will you still Love me in the Morning?"
A beautiful story
starts with Once upon a time
But certain tragedies
never seem to find its own rhyme
My sweaty hands
are running out of coins to roll
I need to ask now
But I cant stop shaking, I cant make the call
A simple question
that you might even laught at
I'll write it down!
But,No..It would be just a silly blot.
If you say yes
then our story is a fairytale
If you answer otherwise
then its a book worth selling at a garage sale
its 2:45am
you must be asleep and dreaming
Is it too late?
I must have spent too much time thinking
My mind is blocked
But I cant be moved,I wont be moved
I will keep writing
This may be the only way this love can be proved
I close my eyes
and smiled,you are such a wonderful thing
you taught me music
but now I faintly remember how to sing
I have to let this go
before my heart sank and drowns at sea
and this question...
Let this be buried in my grave with me...
fairytales...
tragedies...
whats the difference?..
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