Some nights feel like they were created for cuddling
Crisp air, cozy blankets, and a chilly heart that can’t seem to get warm
No matter how tightly you squeeze your eyes together in an attempt to keep the light out, morning always comes
And life always goes on
Almost as though this night never really belonged here in the first place
Like there are certain nights for perfection squeezed snugly in between moments of reality
Nights filled with closeness that you wish could last forever
But morning always comes
Mourning always comes.
One thought on “mourning always comes”
Yes it does! Big whole in heart!