Tomorrow
I watched the sun peek out
Over the empty arms of fall
I see the light skewed by lonely branches
The air is just begging to bite when it calls
Tomorrow, Tomorrow
It's always just a day away
But there's a tone in it's voice
That tells me the world has nothing left to say
Now I stride through dead leaves
Looking for some reminant of me
The once peaceful light of day
Has become a tumultous shade of gray
Tomorrow, Tomorrow
It's always just a day away
There's a tone in your voice
That tells me the world has lost it's way
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Blood_Rainicorn
Hey everyone, I'm a very thoughtful and introspective aspiring writer. I've gone through some heavy stuff and writing helps tremendously and I joined powerpoetry to keep me inspired and going and help deal with the demons. I love music, making independent short films and music videos and of course writing.
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