Early mornings

by rangr


Early mornings were the worst.
New day and school rush
used to push me out of my door.

Early mornings were beautiful.
Fresh thoughts and new ideas
used to rustle up my hair.

Early mornings were sweet.
Soft whispers and pouting lips
used to glue me to my bed.

Early mornings were sad.
Old memories and old love
used to tear my eyelids out.

Early mornings were hectic.
Busy streets and busy people
used to buzz through my ears.

Early mornings are peaceful.
Slow life and slower days,
nothing matters anymore.