So today was yesterday's tomorrow,
And yet it still kept its' bag of sorrow.
Your promise was a lie,
And hope a bitter pie.

You lied in my dream,
You are nothing but a deceiving stream,
A loop to the unknown,
A misery to unfold.

A stitch in time saves nine,
But how stitched can a stitch be to save twenty-nine,
When we are unsure of what tomorrow brings,
While we're puzzled by its deluding flings,
And lured by its chanting strings.

Raining days ahead they say,
But I see no dark clouds today,
And if tomorrow would rain,
Let it be another's worry to attain.

A painful heartbreak awaits tomorrow,
But the happy soul is ignorant of the camouflaging sorrow,
And the innocent dance all day long,
Till the morning sing the sad song,
A pity for does who still believe,
A sad tale of Sweetness and a bitter end.











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