I'm not a morning person,
don't even speak to me.
My eyes are still closed,
And you, I just don't see.
Just let me get my coffee,
and don't try to converse.
I won't know what you're saying,
my vocabulary could be worst.
No, I haven't combed my hair,
I know I look a mess.
But what you see is what you get,
you want to hear the rest?
This flannal gown that I have on,
has been washed to death and frayed.
It use to lie around and wait,
on the nights we played.
We don't play much anymore,
the nights we are in bed.
The background music, is your snore,
as I search for a book not read.
I read about anothers love life now.
The bedside clock reads, 3:03
You wonder why I'm not a morning person?
DON'T YOU EVEN SPEAK TO ME!!!