Morning, glory
God knows I love you or I wouldn’t sit here
In this damn snow breathing your scent prematurely
Waiting on your arrival, late as usual; expected.
Morning, glory
I still see your brown eyes like when they looked down on me.
Moving in ways too old for us, too mature.
But that was the best damn football game I ever met.
Morning, glory
Where the fuck have you been sleeping tonight?
My guess is you lost your clothes, as did your pretty fuck.
Did you think of my body instead as you sweetly ruined hers?
Afternoon, glory
You’re three hours past late, as am I by three weeks.
Too young to do this, too young to be just like her.
Your radiant brown skin, but God, I pray, not your eyes.
Morning, glory
Surely you’ll think of me in that drunken slumber,
Overslept and long past forgotten once more.
Goodbye, Corey.
God knows I love you or I wouldn’t sit here
In this damn snow breathing your scent prematurely
Waiting on your arrival, late as usual; expected.
Morning, glory
I still see your brown eyes like when they looked down on me.
Moving in ways too old for us, too mature.
But that was the best damn football game I ever met.
Morning, glory
Where the fuck have you been sleeping tonight?
My guess is you lost your clothes, as did your pretty fuck.
Did you think of my body instead as you sweetly ruined hers?
Afternoon, glory
You’re three hours past late, as am I by three weeks.
Too young to do this, too young to be just like her.
Your radiant brown skin, but God, I pray, not your eyes.
Morning, glory
Surely you’ll think of me in that drunken slumber,
Overslept and long past forgotten once more.
Goodbye, Corey.
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