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Grace Mary Potts

Australia

My life is comprised of inconsistencies, daydreaming, procrastination techniques and occasionally, writing.

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I wouldn't quite call myself a novice in writing but as there is certainly room for improvement, I would very much appreciate any comment you can provide, particularly if it's the constructive kind.

Home before morning

December 9, 2014

FREE WRITING

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Her feet are cold,

On the kitchen floor.

Why does she feel so lost?

This weight above,

This hole inside,

Is this gonna be the cost?

 

Better get home before the morning comes on,

Before the sun heralds the dawn,

Will you be waiting for me when I get home?

Please just don't leave me alone.

 

She's got shoes in her hands,

And music in her ears,

It's twelve o'clock,

She's sweating,

And there's glitter in her hair,

He says do you want another drink?

She says oh what the hell?

I'm drunk enough already,

What's the harm in one more?

 

Better get home before the morning comes on,

Before the sun heralds the dawn,

Will you be waiting for me when I get home?

Please just don't leave me alone.

 

At one thirty she's waning,

And then her phone rings,

She checks and he's calling,

Hangs up, 'cause these things?

They can wait till morning.

 

Better get home before the morning comes on,

Before the sun heralds the dawn,

Will you be waiting for me when I get home?

Please just don't leave me alone.

 

She's all alone on the road,

And there's a wind coming in,

Pretty girl better get home,

Before the storm hits.

Oh.

She opens the door,

Inside there's silence, not a word,

Tv turned off,

Pressed sheets, bed cold.

So she runs to the kitchen,

Turns the lights on,

There's a note on the counter,

Babe I'm sorry, it's too much.

Just can't do this no more.

 

Better get home before the morning comes on,

Before the sun heralds the dawn,

Will you be waiting for me when I get home?

Please just don't leave me alone.

 

Then the air's gone and her shoes fall to the floor,
(Her feet are cold)

She drops like a stone,
(On the kitchen floor)

Never thought he'd leave her,
(Why does she feel so lost?)

Should've picked up the phone,
(This weight above)

Makes her wonder for the first time,
(This hole inside)

(Is this gonna be the cost)
If perhaps its time she stop.

 

Better get home before the morning comes on,

Before the sun heralds the dawn,

Will you be waiting for me when I get home?

Please just don't leave me alone.

Please just don't leave me alone.

Just another song I'm working on. Any comments on possible adjustments are much appreciated!

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