Good morning My failed sky, why does pain grace my eyes, seek not the falling of hearts, but finding it so, You wake me in the sun of hope, and leave me in the dark, showing no mercy of tomorrow, for it repeats, the shadows of broken hearts follow me, and laugh in the face of my faith to love again, and mock my willingness for it to last forever, I could not want, Anything less than to come undone, under shattered moons, that break as you speak into me saying you do not desire my heart So good morning My failed sky, let's get the day over with, until the day comes that I forever close my eyes, and my soul faces the rapture of what is, and what could ever be love