The Morning It Brings

The morning it brings voodoo

The warning it sends

The morning it brings red and eternal pinks

Your eyes and what they don’t say,

Love, agony, passion, and what could’ve been

I still want you so bad, the way I feel

Written out on a legal pad

Another morning is coming up

Is it possible, is it even enough?

What do I know?

I really don’t know anymore

The morning it brings

The morning it brings

The morning it brings

Everything the night couldn’t hold

Dear goddess ascending

I see you, I want you, I need you

Your newly painted nails truest gold

Let me hold some, something like love

Vision of real angel behold