Tomorrow never feels right
Today becomes wasted
While I sit miserably
With a mind idle and weak
And yesterday? It burns
Straight into my skin
It's a cigarette, with its ash
Kissing my skin and landing
In a new direction
That I can't seem to find
I'm on my knees, crying
Over a situation I can't solve
But the steps don't seem impossible
So I accept that I'm wrong
And I'll see my mistakes one day
Next to my beautiful reminders
Knowing that though I have come far
I'm the same bright burning star
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
Tomorrow never feels right
Today becomes wasted
While I sit miserably
With a mind idle and weak
And yesterday? It burns
Straight into my skin
It's a cigarette, with its ash
Kissing my skin and landing
In a new direction
That I can't seem to find
I'm on my knees, crying
Over a situation I can't solve
But the steps don't seem impossible
So I accept that I'm wrong
And I'll see my mistakes one day
Next to my beautiful reminders
Knowing that though I have come far
I'm the same bright burning star
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