Notnice Poet

Jealousy Reduces Ur Mental Highness,
And Increases Ur Mental Illness.
Be Safe!😁

Using ya life like soap to wash people's dirt,
It will slip out of your hands.
Like brittle material; it will snap suddenly without warning.

The Eyes of Morning

When the night was tired of dreaming,
And the stars began to fade,
Your eyes awoke the morning —
Like a song the heavens made.

You smiled, and time grew quiet,
The breeze forgot to roam,
For even the sky stood still, my love,
To watch your soul find home.

Your laughter heals the weary wind,
Your touch calms storm and sea,
And in your gaze, I find again,
The man I wish to be.

No riches could I offer,
No crown upon my brow,
But love so pure, so endless true,
I offer to you now.

Let days grow o l d and rivers dry,
Let years like shadows fall,
For love like this won’t ever die —
It o u t lives time and all.

So when you see the morning rise,
Remember where it starts —
In the eyes that woke the dawn that day…
And still command my heart. 💫

🌹 — Notnice Poet ✍️