today while standing in the
freezing cold outside my school gates;
i realized the definition of soon

soon was what you told your daughter
whose waiting for you to pick her up when you had
chosen to pick up her brother instead of her
soon was what you told your best friend when she
tells you she loves you. you'd say just give me
more time. i'm sorry. soon i'll fall in love you
soon is what you tell your teacher as an
excuse for not having your homework
and that's exactly what "soon" is

soon is the excuse you make
even though you know it's a lie;
soon is the right hand man that sits on the throne
with deception
at least to me
because you know what?

your daughter, the one that you so easily forget next
to her oh-so-intelligent son, had told you that morning that
she was getting out earlier and she knew you were lying but she
couldn't say anything because admitting it is too painful
and that best friend?
the one that you love so much the one that
you claim you can't live without cries herself
to sleep every night because she can't be enough for you,
or for anyone
she thinks she is just another broken piece of clockwork
but you don't see that, do you?
no you don't because you are blinded
by the excuse of soon, the hope that one day, maybe
just maybe
you''ll love her like she loves you

soon is not a matter of minutes, or hours, or days even
it is just another empty promise in this wasteland of false hope
soon is what i tell myself before i go to sleep
soon, he'll realize that i'm just as special
soon they'll realize that they were wrong
soon he'll love me

soon isn't ever coming true, soon is a lie
and yet
it is the very reason i smile

because at least then i can hope that one day
it'll all come true

*soon