Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, September 03, 2022

Betting on Tomorrow

 It could have been magic, 

the way you made me feel

from the moment you said hello

my heart felt an eerie like chill.


I don't know where the tears come from

as you'd think time would have dried them out,

but every single thought of you reminds me

your love I can't live without.


You'd think a heart will heal 

over the many, many years, 

but the love I have for you 

has made things really clear.


I reached out in the darkness

in hoping that you'd be there,

with my head upon my pillow

the loneliness was more than 

I could bare.


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