Tomorrow should be a star,
star so far so far that can never be touched.
One of those stars that you can only see once in a lifetime.
A lifetime so short that it makes tomorrow just a dream, one of those dreams that may not come true.
But tomorrow is like yesterday, like the past.
Something you can't change and predict.
Something that will mark your soul with blue or red.
But hey all is fine because,
I don't believe in tomorrow.
I don't care about tomorrow.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
