Dawn

In my sweater I hide.
In this paper I confide.
I give up, I tried.
I'm tired of this horrid ride.
I'm being shuffled from side to side.

Now i Feel bound and tied.
As if to a post's side.
Don't torture me, I have not lied.
You're the only girl I have eyed.
I almost feel as if I've died.
I think it's time for the morning tide.