Poem #7 -Aching Head

Here’s my poem for today. I wrote this originally as a song about a year ago, but I edited it and here we are đŸ™‚

My girlfriend don’t know
how the sun and moon
are endlessly jaded.
Sometimes mornings
come through the window
and I’m already faded.
Like the pages of an old book,
I’m not quite worth a second look
to her.

Sometimes tears shine,
and the days are tearing
me down.
And sober mornings
are as sick and stale
as her around.
Like the words which leave your lips,
I’m a pain-mistaken sour kiss


About Damian Rucci

D.F. Rucci is a writer, blogger, and a musician from a small town in New Jersey. View all posts by Damian Rucci

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