Good morning sun
You shine on me
Again with those beating promises
Of safety and sugary surprises.
(take me back to that moment, sweet delight)
But waking to you reminds me of
Tales of misery
(that’s the last place I want to go, now.)
and I’m alright
I’m more than okay
Brilliant
Grand, even
And moving on has become
A past tense verb
Finally, here, I can let go.
And sleep comes so damn easily now.
(Ireland has a funny way of messing with your memory)
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