You’re always there like tomorrow,
always in my thoughts,
always in my perceived future,
always present,
like tomorrow.
I fall asleep in hopes to reach you but tomorrow never comes.
Just in my reach, in my sight but never to meet.
I’m waiting,
just for tomorrow.

You are my tomorrow
Tomorrow makes me shiver
You also make me anxious

I’m scared of what tomorrow got to offer
But I know that tomorrow gives me hope
Tomorrow’s the light to my dark past

I felt the throb
of genuine
happiness
jolt me
back to life

To be tethered to a lover is a dangerous game.
A cord of boundless strength winds deep,
Between the flesh and blood of the heart.

When stress rises in you, so too in I.
When depression grows within one, it becomes two.

And yet happiness too, does bloom.
Though not today, nor anytime soon.

We live on the fringe of happiness, my skinny love.

We live on the promise of maybes or never.

I’d sever the cord, if you could be free.
Though we both know that could never be.

This story has been written.
Now we play the parts.
We suffer in the moment.
We live for tomorrow’s maybe.
Time will liberate us.
So it shall be, so it shall be.

Today we were
talking about
yesterday and
tomorrow we
will talk about
today somehow
even though
today never
happened because
we spent the day
talking about
yesterday
today.