Shall I awake to marvel at my morning star?
Or gaze at a silhouette of stone breaking apart.
Shall I awake to the warmth of your breath?
Or face a cold bed left still, silent, with your scent.
Shall I awake to explore life's sweet mysteries?
Or ride the merry go round of colorful miseries.
How Shall I awake without my morning star?
How Shall I awake without my beating heart?
DionWorx
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