Tomorrow is another day.
I can search for a rainbow, or perhaps it'll find me.
Tomorrow I can forget today's mistakes, the stupid and regrettable things I've done.
Tomorrow is another day.
A new day.
A day in which anything could happen-
Something bad,
Or something good,
But regardless, it's something
New.
A rainbow would be new.
Perhaps I'll see one
Tomorrow.
Or maybe it'll
Rain.
It
Rains
Everyday.
I'm tired of rain.
I always thought it would wash away my mistakes, my regrets, my stupidity,
But it never does.
It only strengthens them.
The only thing that washes away my sorrows is the thought of
Tomorrow.
Perhaps I'll see a rainbow tomorrow.
Or perhaps I'll think all of this over again...
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Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
