i would've asked

it was one of those mornings
when the coffee just tastes like dirty water
and the bathwater stings your toes.

as day ripped to night
and the sky swallowed the sun,
i sat in bed, crying melted tears.

and i would've asked the moon
to sing me to sleep
if i thought it would answer.

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