I am a lamp
You light me up with a gentle caress from your fingertips
My location is the nightstand next to your bed
But I'm jealous of the pillow where you lay your head
For she may not light up your world the way I do
But she will always be the one you're excited to come home to
I am your morning
She is your night
And I can't help but wonder if that's the reason you hate daylight
