Don't
cry
because
you
know
that his love has slipped away.
Because
he used
to be
a boy
who
watched the sun rise every day.
One
morning
I sat
with
him
and I was entirely in awe.
But
the
boy
had
viewed
it so
much that 6 six a.m. was all he saw.
You
are
a brilliant
sunrise,
with
your darkness-breaking light.
I know
he has
forgotten
days
without
you are cold and long dark nights.
He cannot
see
your
beauty,
he has taken you for granted;
but
that
doesn't
mean
you
have
failed to leave others enchanted.
You
deserve
love
from
someone
who
will appreciate how you always rise again.
I hope
he regrets
ever
coming
to see
you
as just another six a.m.