It was a Sunday morning.
Still in bed, coming down from the night before.
Laying next to your ex girlfriend. A girl the star's sent to me.
Sunday morning, it was anything but a day of rest.
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Write comment. Imagination, Leah. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
A warning? A confession? A reminder of the truth of the matter at hand? This poem is many things. At its core? In my opinion at least, it's a reality check. All that said, very well written and compelling