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“Time Will Tell- You Can’t Tell Time”
Tomorrow- is nothing but a myth.
A lie, via time-
I know yesterday, I know today!
Yet, when the clock strikes
midnight- tomorrow ‘never’ comes.
In reality, it's just a ‘new’ today- and the 'old' today; turns into yesterday...
Therefore, tomorrow; is indeed the ‘unknown’ the ‘unreal.’
What will it bring?
I don’t know?
The ‘new today’ (disguises itself, as tomorrow) it could bring joy tragedy, bliss or grief.
Time, does not care how you feel or what your plans were!
Not sure.
Never sure.
If things will be “okay?”
I just try to be, prepared...
Benz
2:22:20
Heartbreak used to be a word
I’d heard in movies
always the scene with
the pretty girl with
the smeared mascara
and the high heels and perfect dress
but heartbreak for me meant
getting up in the morning
was a struggle of its own
showering meant losing me
and losing you
all together
all at once
It wasn’t pretty
as neither was I
i used to think
that if i shut myself off from everyone -
that if i didn't let them get close -
that i wouldn't get hurt
i used to think
that if i gave no one the key
to the door of my heart
that it wouldn't get broken down
i used to think
that it didn't hurt
to be alone
but it does
i used to think
that i -
that i didn't hurt
at all
i used to think
and look where it got me
so i stopped stopping to think
and i lived
Why Can´t You Stay
His head lays against my chest, his hair soaked with blood that stains my shirt. I see his eyes, red instead of white, teary instead of dry. He lifts his hand to my cheek, fixing a piece of my brown hair behind my ear.
¨You...I..I...can´t...leave...you.¨ Speaking makes him cough up blood, that spills out of the corner of his mouth and down his neck.
¨Shh. Don´t speak.¨ I feel the knot in my throat as words come out. I already know the truth. He´s going to die, but I tell myself it isn´t true.
¨I.....m...¨ His hand begins to slide down my face, touching my lips. ¨sorr..y¨ His hand falls heavy into my lap, my world falling with it.