I talk about my someday
My out of reach "one day"
Where everything will finally
Be relaxed as on a Sunday.
I think about my daydreams
Wonder if they'll stay dreams?
Will someone ever come along
And sew up all the ripped seams?
I laugh about my worries
My fast-forwarded hurries,
Never drizzling like summer rain,
But more like winter flurries.
I smile at the moments past,
Will I ever get them back?
Or will I have to just hold on,
Move on a little bit too fast?
I dream about the sorrow
And living on time borrowed.
How do we know the rest of our lives
aren't any more than tomorrow?
"If you wait until you're ready, you'll be waiting the rest of your lives." Lemony Snicket
The time is now. Do with it what you please.
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The Things I Leave Unsaid
PoetryMy thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I...