The Next Day's TomorrowA Poem by Bryce SimondsJust a write. Nothing AMAZING *shrug*I fall into this valley of sorrow. I attempt to make myself fly, But I'm only brought down by, The next day's tomorrow.
I lift myself out of my bed, I attempt to make myself rise, But then I look out my window, And hear a blue bird as it cries, And then I remember what I had said.
I had said to her, "Babe, you're beautiful." And it made me wonder why, Her mother disagrees. I want to make my babe cheerful, But her mom just makes it a blur.
The blur has fogged my babe's mirror. What she now sees in that mirror, Is something that I have never seen. That something, is someone, that is overweight. It kills me knowing that she thinks this way. Oh how I want that mirror to get clearer, Oh, how I want that mirror to get clearer..
So this valley of sorrow, The next day's tomorrow, The blue bird as it cries, The blur of a mother, The fogged mirror, Are all only as good as The last day's yesterday. The one filled with sorrow.
© 2008 Bryce SimondsAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on August 11, 2008 Last Updated on August 11, 2008 AuthorBryce SimondsCTAboutMy name is Bryce. I am 19 years of age. I don't look at myself as much of a poet, but I write anyway. I write poetry when I feel as if I have something to write. That happens mostly when I'm eithe.. more..Writing
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