*So this is just off the top of my head, while I'm staring at my iPod screen and wondering if I should be sleeping.
I've always thought life would get better
One day I'd find what I was looking for
I'd be so happy
And my life wouldn't seem so flawed anymore
But that dream doesn't erase the pain I feel now
That dream doesn't take away the heaviness in my chest
Formed from so many different things
That dream
Will never come today
When I think about this dream some more
I realise
Tomorrow is too late for me to pursue happiness
Tomorrow is too late to make my life into what I want
But most of all, when I picture my dream,
I can't imagine the bridge between our relationship now
And how I want it to be tomorrow
Most of all
I don't know where you fit in
That is why tomorrow is
Only a dream
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Too Late: Vol. #2
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written and decided to publish. It's the second volume in the series, though it doesn't matter if you've read volume one or not. I'm not sure yet how many volumes I'll make. But this one, like the last, will have 2...
