It's the night before a day, again
The hours before ... not much to say
for them
Everytime now, my eyes get reluctant, Opening for a new day
What's new to see?
Same old blurred greys melting into each other
Getting laborious to isolate
The little work of hoping tasking on my soul
'Have a little faith ', my mind reasons
'I can barely hold myself', replies my heart
It get a lot more difficult, surviving another
If I have no hope,
Can I have a little faith?
Will there be a new tomorrow,
Or shall I meet once again,
A very old well acquainted Everyday?
♥
Heya Dearies, hope you had a blissful weekend and are looking forward to a new week? Well, I'm not but school is calling.
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Love,
Paris ♥
