Don't hide
You know You love me.
Don't run
You know You love me.
Don't stop
You know You love me.
Today !

I won't deny
I know You love me
I won't escape
I know You love me
I won't refuse
I know You love me
Yesterday?

I am waiting...
Since first kiss ...
For Tomorrow

I want to have a friend
That understand me.
I want to have a dream
That rest me .
I want to have road
That lead me.
I want to have a life
That teach me.
I want to have a love
That share me.
I want to have
You...
Today ..

You want to have a kiss
That tell you.
You want to have a friend
That guide you.
You want to have a hug
That shake you.
You want to have a man
That love you.
You can have me.
Tomorrow...
Maybe?

Too much has been happening
It’s just one thing after another
But there’s always tomorrow,
                                                     yeah.
I can try again tomorrow.

Don't kiss me tomorrow.
If you can't.
I will.
I want.
Don't see me again
If you can't
I will.
I can.
Don't touch me today.
If you can't
I will.
I will.
Don't love me back
If you can't.
I will.
I want .
I can.
Not today.
...Tomorrow ...
The day after today ....

In the hours of the night
I'm thinking about you.
I'm restless, feeling vulnerable.
the stars are too far,
as they fade in the day.
The sun is awake,
and you're floating away.
I watch as you depart
but I lay here,
wondering when the night
will once again reappear,
but I keep dreaming
with my eyes wide open,
I dream of the future
and I hope you're listening,
to every wish I senselessly make,
because when I dream of you,
i'm finally awake.

Todays a day I wont remember,
Tommorows probably the same.
Memories burn,
Remembering not what you want,
But what you think you want.
Sorting, categorising,
In my mind.
Who knows what has happened in my life?
Who knows what's happened in todays tommorow?

Yesterdays a day I dont remember;
Full of fear and sin.

Sin a word I always have destested.
You believe in God.
I never did.
As a young child always questioning,
What is this all about?

Heaven and Hell are both the same.
Invented by them,
It gives them hope you see
I guess I understand,
But the word is just another I hate,
I guess I understand.

Falling down like a rain drop
twenty-twenty but I’m blind.
Knowing that this must stop,
maybe tomorrow I’ll change my mind.

But maybe the fog has made me hazy,
no one will choose to save me,
write me off as crazy,
their judgements come too hasty.
Red flags planted to trace me
to the spot where I’ve been wasting
no help to do it myself,
I guess I’ve gotten lazy.
I vow to not continue with the crime,
maybe tomorrow or another time.

Tumbling around like dry leaves,
amazed by the colours you find.
Trading dry mouth for dry heaves,
maybe tomorrow I’ll change my mind.

Take notice that life as a poetess
feels kind of hopeless,
and as a bonus I’m under hypnosis.
I’ve been focused on picking myosotis
for my magnum opus,
better than roses
but less than autumn crocus.
I’ll watch them bloom in their prime,
maybe tomorrow or another time.

Lying on the ground as the concrete,
don’t mind the chalk as I’m outlined.
I think it’s due I get back on my feet,
maybe tomorrow I’ll change my mind.