Today
Today,
I woke up in afternoon
strains of yesterday
was falling in my wind
I walked down
from my bed of thorn
all the dreams were pretty
and they are only dreams
Today,
I sang the song of past
so sad it made cry
oh, how I missed the voice
I tried to remember
his yesterday face
his apology and
my weak heart
And today,
I picked up my comb
my hair was darker
than darkness
And I questioned the mirror,
whose is this pretty face
which it's fake blue eyes
are slowly filled with tears
BY: Tiara. R.P.
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