Day 3

Maybe tomorrow
minutes won’t stretch
into hours
and hours
and ours
will no longer
be a story
of what could have been
if there was just
a little more time

Maybe tomorrow
will bring
a night worth
sleeping for
and we’ll exist
in a dream

Maybe tomorrow
words will come
a little easier
and I’ll write you poem
to explain how I became
this way
why my heart
moves too quickly
to protect itself

Maybe tomorrow
i’ll show you the
still raw puzzle
of scars
a perfect picture
of broken promises

Maybe tomorrow

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