I am what you loved yesterday,
not today.
Today, you seek more adventure.
Today, you want more.
Yesterday, you wanted normal.
Yesterday, you wanted things to be sure.
I am what you dreamed of yesterday,
not today.
Today, you wished to wish the impossible.
Today, you wished to have more when you already have it all.
Yesterday, you wished for peace.
Yesterday, you wished for truth.
I am what you regretted yesterday,
and today.
Today, you relive our good times in your mind and hate yourself for letting it go.
Today, you see me walk down the street and fight the urge to scream my name.
Yesterday, you could have called.
Yesterday, you had it all.
YOU ARE READING
The End Of The World
PoesíaJust a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. I can't promise they'll be good.
