'Tommorow' she would think with a smile
'Tommorow I'll tell her I love her, I'll show her how much I care'
'Tommorow' she would think everytime
'Tommorow I'll step up to the glass piano on the corner of the street, I'll play loud so everyone could hear'
'Tommorow' she would sigh
'Tommorow I'll stand up in class and tell my math teacher she's wrong, and when she'll yell, oh, I'll tell her she can go to hell. And I'll walk out with a smile, running down the stairs as if I never fell'
Tommorow, tommorow, tommorow
'Tommorow I'll hug my father, I'll tell him I'm sorry for always pushing him away, and maybe we would even watch his favorite movies, just for the day'
'Tommorow' she would think hopefully
But tommorow never came
And the girl who believed herself to never be loved went on and dated that horrible man, telling herself he loves her with soaken eyes and bleeding hands
The glass piano stayed untouched, longing for a pair of hands to lay their fingers on its edge
The math teacher kept on rumbling about infinity and holes, hoping a student would be smart enough to stand and say "Miss, you're wrong"
Her father layed on the couch asking himself what he did wrong, his favorite movies on the street, memories hunting him down, when did she last hug him? Twelve, maybe nine
The flowers in her green vase starting slowly fading away, loosing color day by day
Tomorrow, tomorrow
But tomorrow never came
It was abandoned, for the sake of some cheep rum and too many pills
YOU ARE READING
Empty me, Fill me up
PoesíaFor all the girl who ever felt the need to be emptied out and get filled up again by someone, to anyone who always feels too much - you are enough!
