Tea and Toast
We are ugly in the morning,
my face is puffy and lame.
We could use this time to talk,
but I’m speechless, it’s a shame.
Words are left untouched
and stacked up by the drain.
I could ask you to ask me
the things I long you to yearn for.
But the day is much too young
to pack itself off to war.
It's more foolish than it’s worth,
to wish for a little more.
Is there romance in the misery
Is there justice from the pain?
Because early morning love is blind
and it’s colder than the rain.
I’m looking for a sign of it
The spark I can’t explain,
then you set it down in front of me.
That heart; pure and plain-
I see joy in tea and toast
Bliss in the mundane.
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