BrainBulb

Sometimes,

That first-sun smiles, before it sets away

And you draw your every breath beside the dowry dews of day

Sometimes,

That coffee leaves a lump that outlasts its lay

As pieces of parchments pray for you to pay a visit for the day

Though, sometimes

A key seems off in the broken bits of your symphony

As it runs in your head, an unborn child dares a chase willfully

Sometimes,

Tear drawn memories trickle page by page

And springs a smell singeing of sweet sage

Sometimes,

Around and about the night sets huddled around a fog

And you close your eyes from what comes of that bog

But, sometimes

Days without the love you knew

Still, does all it can to find love anew