Yesterday fades away,
Tomorrow never comes.
Today - is all I have
To give to you, my love.
Flowers blossom
And flowers fall.
Hearts get broken
But that is all.
Sad stories are written
And happy memories lived.
In the end, everything is forgotten
That happened when we lived.
It is blasphemy
To cry about the past
And foolishness,
To plan for the future.
For hearts wouldn't be broken
If tomorrow's tales were told today,
And flowers wouldn't blossom
If they knew they had to fall one day.
So go on
And paint a piece of paper blue.
You will only know so much
As the person next to you.
Author's note :
I don't really have anything to say😅.
YOU ARE READING
Tangled Tales
Poetry'Tangled Tales' holds a set of poems that relate to many lives and hopefully these may provide you comfort and let you know that you're not alone...
