When the morning light spreads across your face and raises you up from quiet dreams, I whisper sweet thanks to whoever caused it. With your dewy morning lips and clouded waking eyes I can think of nothing to want- Because when I met you meaning was given to chaos and melody to silence. You were given to my emptiness and fill my hidden lonely places.
Reason for writing:
I'm in love with my best friend and he doesn't really know it and I used to wake him up every morning to go to breakfast before our morning class.
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