Tinted

It falls in through my window, all the way from the skies.

The white curtains beam, filled with her glory.

I groan as its warmth hits my face, and

shatters my dream into a million pieces.

Alas, I open my eyes and see that it is not honey and roses,

the reality has such a proud smile on her face

as her ally envelopes me.

The beauty of this sunrise was tinted with cruelty.