my morning starts to shine with teardrops in my eyes

In the stillness of the morning, tears fill my weary eyes a dream of you, a bittersweet surprise.

I wake with a heaviness, unsure if i should cry, But I've grown accustomed to this pain, oh how times flies.

I know why you haunt my dreams, why you linger still, a bitter taste within my heart that I can't seem to fulfill. My subconscious plays a cruel game, reliving memories past, a futile hope, a longing that will never last.

Lost in the darkness, I willingly remain, choosing to dwell in the shadows, embracing the pain.

Suffocating, yes, but not as before, lighter now, a glimmer of hope, I adore.

As I sit upon my bed, memories flooding my mind, lost in a daze, those moments so kind, what can I do? I cannot control, these fragments of love that took its toll.

I yearn to forget, to erase it all, to wipe away the pain, to heed destiny's call. For the past, with you, holds no solace or peace, I long for freedom, for this ache to cease.

But dreams and memories, they linger in my core, a constant reminder of what was and is no more. so, I'll face the morning, the tears in my eyes, hoping one day, my heart will be free from these ties.