I’ll lie to you tomorrow,
but tell you today
that the next 24 hours
will be the start
of something beautiful;
a lie only becomes so
when the truth is impossible –
for all the times I say tomorrow
will be wonderful
there’s a possibility
unfulfilled.
So get a load of this,
me, again,
smiling to show my gums,
me, again,
writing down plans
and burning them,
me, again,
hoping that the ash
will be taken by the wind.
Unfulfilled.
Sunrises are the start and the finish line;
it’s so easy to run,
but it’s harder to stop
before I’m not
unfulfilled.
Here we are again,
the peak of the trough,
and I’m telling everyone
once more
that tomorrow
I will be (un-)
fulfilled.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:49 AM UTC
I’ll lie to you tomorrow,
but tell you today
that the next 24 hours
will be the start
of something beautiful;
a lie only becomes so
when the truth is impossible –
for all the times I say tomorrow
will be wonderful
there’s a possibility
unfulfilled.
So get a load of this,
me, again,
smiling to show my gums,
me, again,
writing down plans
and burning them,
me, again,
hoping that the ash
will be taken by the wind.
Unfulfilled.
Sunrises are the start and the finish line;
it’s so easy to run,
but it’s harder to stop
before I’m not
unfulfilled.
Here we are again,
the peak of the trough,
and I’m telling everyone
once more
that tomorrow
I will be (un-)
fulfilled.
Something I wrote for a creative writing portfolio in first year of university.
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