On nights like this,
I feel the urge to write.
To click on keys and
Purge my thoughts
and hope for a better
Tomorrow.
On nights like this,
I no longer feel the need
To heed to everyone's
Warnings on what may
or may not happen
Tomorrow.
On nights like this,
The cool air coming from
The A/C reminds me
Of how chilling a moment
Can be and how fleeting
It is when all of the sudden
23:59 becomes 00:00
And it is no longer
Tomorrow.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
On nights like this,
I feel the urge to write.
To click on keys and
Purge my thoughts
and hope for a better
Tomorrow.
On nights like this,
I no longer feel the need
To heed to everyone's
Warnings on what may
or may not happen
Tomorrow.
On nights like this,
The cool air coming from
The A/C reminds me
Of how chilling a moment
Can be and how fleeting
It is when all of the sudden
23:59 becomes 00:00
And it is no longer
Tomorrow.
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