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The Morning Sun creep-ed through the curtains that covered the large window That one, little twinkle shot me in the eye. Blink once: blurred. Blink twice: blind, on the account that I didn't have my glasses on. I grabbed them and sat them upon my face Laid back and looked upon the ceiling. Shut my eyes -- but opened them back up -- and started daydreaming. Swirling in a black and turquoise high-lo dress Black pumps and purse all in hand Long black-ombre hair in messy bun Make-up running but who cares It's no one to appreciate the effort Cool rain settling on my hot, chocolate skin So hot, you can hear the rain sizzle But that's not the point I looked into the sky, leaking eyes and soaked clothes And smiled... It was real too. That genuine feeling arose from the dead and planted a big, long awaited smile Upon my face You don't know how good it felt. For that split second, I knew what it felt like to be just happy. When you have nothing but yourself and time, that's happiness....in a sense. Then, that one drop landed by my eye And reminded me of why I cried So I broke down in the middle of street Smeared make-up all over my dress Hair out of the bun, goddamn all this distress Shows you how long being happy can last you... So I sat criss-cross, applesauce in the middle of the right lane And sang childish theme songs, starting from the one with the Great Dane I closed my eyes when I got to the one about that Aardvark kid Towards the end of the song he yells at his sister. ["Hey D.W."] But I was still in the street, so instead I whispered to myself. "Hey, there's a BMW." And she yells back "Hey" and he falls So it honked the horn...but I didn't fall Like I wanted to. Instead, I was greeted with a helping hand and a courteous side-smile... The beauty that rested upon their face was refreshing Helped me up and looked me in my eyes. I looked him in his, but my subconscious was being an ass By leading him in from a blur. But I knew what this meant I was going to clock back into reality in 5. I pleaded to stay a little longer 4. I wanted to see his face because his build was familiar. 3. "Hi, my name is..." 2. PLEASE DON'T WAKE ME UP.... 1. "Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you to want me." Back into reality, I cried. That once sense of refreshment all ruined by a text message. Passcode, pop-up text...anger... So. Much. A N G E R ... But why do you care? I'm always rambling on... I'm always bringing you down. That's why I say "I'm fine." all the time So I don't bother you with my emotions. So I don't waste your time with my fakeness and lies. Because only one person knows all of my thoughts Why I'm sinning. But why do you care? All you sent me was "Hey.." I can have a conversation I guess. But I'd much rather go back to my daydream Instead of plotting a fucked-up scheme.