There's haze on her
window,
As the glowing sun creeps in,
The early morning starts,
And falls on her pale skin.
Unmade sheets,
From the night before,
As she breathes out
Mist is released as her roar.
He left just like the rest,
As she watches out of her glass,
Sunlight catching her hair.
Which glows a bright brass.
She hoped he was the one,
The nights they spent together,
Full of dreams and sin,
It's just a turn, like the weather.
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