Maybe tomorrow I will wake up from this nightmare.
Maybe tomorrow you’ll tell me you’re sorry.
Maybe tomorrow you’ll want me back.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t cry.
Maybe tomorrow the air won’t be so thick.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll get some sleep.
Maybe tomorrow the smiles won’t be forced.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll hate you.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll forget the memories.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll delete the photos of us.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be ready to move on.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be happy.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t love you.
-L.H.
Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
Maybe tomorrow I will wake up from this nightmare.
Maybe tomorrow you’ll tell me you’re sorry.
Maybe tomorrow you’ll want me back.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t cry.
Maybe tomorrow the air won’t be so thick.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll get some sleep.
Maybe tomorrow the smiles won’t be forced.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll hate you.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll forget the memories.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll delete the photos of us.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be ready to move on.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be happy.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t love you.
-L.H.
It was supposed to be you.