Someday
You talk of Someday… “Sweet Someday.”
“Someday we will be…
We will be free.”
I speak of nothing, as even my inner voice cracks.
Someday, your Someday,
It brushes against a healing wound.
You don’t notice my dark cloud in all of your high noon.
You talk of flowers, perfect on the vine,
How Someday, sweet rich Someday,
Everything will be yours and mine.
I will not shatter your innocent dreams with Now,
Because your Someday is your stitching, your island off the port bow.
Someday, your Someday,
It is something I could never be;
Because I can barely afford to be Today.
You talk of Someone, you talk of Somewhere,
How Someday, perfect, lovely Someday,
We’ll afford, we’ll make, we’ll care.
I’m sorry, your sweet Someday,
I’m not the one for you.
I’m not to be part of your One Day,
Because Today is something I can barely do.
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i ended up leaving him, and wishing i had not.
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Email:
zer0_star@angelfire.com
