she never knew, before
that she had words invisibly
stringing around you
while she sat at bar
looking over to your side
unknowingly
catching little glimpses of what it's like
to hide beneath your heart's embrace
and live entirely in it
yet above all else,
she frequently softly wonders,
"will tomorrow be as happy as today?"
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.