DC Martin

10 Nov, 2012 01:29 PM
Maybe I'll see you tomorrow, 
maybe then it will come to be,
that all these days spent tucked away, 
are only make believe

I've stopped looking back at yesterday,
for it's of tomorrow that I dream,
a day I pray is not so far away, 
at least that's how it seems.

but as I found myself napping, 
tomorrow once again became today
and so I sit, so discontent, 
for tomorrow's another day away.
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