Incoherent, darkened room, silent sleep.
A night of splendid dreams.
Morning turns, sunrise comes, along with a beeping alarm.
More noise through its tiny speaker box,
More noise it makes than a rooster on morning watch.
Soon a pleasent shower, the touch of fresh clothes.
Struggling to stand, too tired, still slow.
There is only one thing to get me through this,
And that is my warm cup of coffee...
I'm wide awake it's morning.
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Moment's of Missing You
I'm David, this is my journal in which I plan to write poetry, music lyrics, random thoughts, ideas for songs. and also for the purpose as a kind of diary. Basically a book of my everyday life.
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