my day
Wake up in the morning
Everything is so boring
I wait for you to make my day bright
When you smile you fill it with light
My fears are pushed away
At night in happiness I lay
But now I wait
For I can’t act when it is already too late
There will be a day
When I’ll lose you in dismay
When that day comes
I will be so lonesome
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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