Better Tomorrow
Is tomorrow ever coming?
11:20pm it is, a little more to go.
Drowned in the ocean of love,
I think of her, she thinks of her books.
I miss her, she misses her lectures.
I call her baby, a brother you are to me, she says..
Lub dub, lub dub, my Heart kicks .
1 year, my love,
Waited on the edge of my bed,
My tiny twin extensions shrinks.
Exhausting, as each time slip by. Tonight,your worries explore my weakness
My mind is set ablaze.
Is it your voice I hear, no.
Being part of your life is a dream come true.
The Helen of my Troy.
I await the pages of your relent.
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