DaysA Poem by the wretchedthat was now and this is then
Yesterday, you asked about Tomorrow, and now Tomorrow's come, our focus now, one day too late, and all t'was said and done. this is how its always been, there are no fresh new starts. let Tomorrows turn to Yesterdays, and Yesterday we're breaking hearts. i'd like to think, to walk away, would do a little good, turning Never, into Someday, if only, we just could. but here we are, in Yesterday, hurting and lamenting, brick by brick, build Somedays tomb, and every thought, cementing maybe Tomorrow, we'll return, with flowers for it's grave, and chat about the pity, that Someday could not be saved. © 2008 the wretched |
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1 Review Added on October 23, 2008 Authorthe wretchednowareham, MAAboutthe most important thing to know about me is that at any given time, you could be dealing with someone else. I am an artist of multiple facets. Writing is one of many things i do as an art, and certa.. more..Writing
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