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you left me an ellipse
in loves conversing

your hand touched my cheek
the other, resting on my neck
and when you brought my ear close
you said,
"Forever comes tomorrow"
and we kissed

but forever came and went
and the tired lies we told one other
went to bed
so maybe I'll sleep a little too
Jim Davis Dec 2020
Take a little hint
Today... live
Tomorrow... love
Yesterday... fuggitaboutit

©  2020 Jim Davis
Pretty much the same for most of 2020
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Those who lie dearest to your heart
Care for
All we have is now
Might not get another chance to express feelings
Time may not allow

Strong since I met suffering
Visions of future bright
Silent but risky assumptions
Have more than just tonight

All I do is wish for forever
You never truly know
How many moments remain taken for granted
Or chances left for love to show
So tell those you love how you feel before it's too late
Jay M Dec 2020
This is the day
That I prepare for the worst
This is the day
That I prepare for the fall
Just in case
If I don't get through it all

Tonight is the night
I lie awake in misery
Of what could come
Just hours away

Today is the day
I put on a brave face
Today is the day
I can't stop thinking about it

This is the time
I spend distant in my mind
This is the time
I long for comfort
This is the time
I admit I'm shocked

With each passing hour
Nothing feels real
Nothing feels right
I'm nearly there
But still it haunts me

Almost at the mark
Almost at the day
When I can say
It's been a year

And that day
The one that I cannot believe
Is tomorrow

- Jay M
December 9th, 2020
kanna Dec 2020
when tomorrow,
feels as though it'll never arrive
tomorrow
is clawing at my throat,
tugging, pulling me
down - how?
how could i not see tomorrow
and honestly regret the very fact
that i am here,
and i will see tomorrow?
tomorrow frightens me, but i can't just give up here.
chang Dec 2020
when the sun
kisses the sea orange,
my father comes home with sawdust
caked underneath his nails.
i remember how my mother
brushes them clean
until the water becomes yellowish,
like the sun.
That night, we will tuck ourselves in.
But i'll still be left at dusks.
wishing for that very same one,
where their worries would recede,
like the orange.
Where they will not have to think
about tomorrow
too much.
Jana B Dec 2020
Uncertain.
So much to ask,
ceaseless pull,
moral questionability.
Uncertain.
Head is winning,
heart is spinning.
Run away, flee -
avoid catastrophe.
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