Today i have become a liar
forgive me, it was actually yesterday
i am no actor only if I must
words I don't believe in was never my forte
but for you
I've finally understood why people in spite of their own faith say
"it's going to be alright"
"everything's gonna get better"
saying, Tomorrow the sun will shine despite the hundred and two nights and days of rain
The repetition becoming flawlessly religious
Praying midnight upon midnight,
dawn upon dawn,
"Tomorrow the sun will rise"
YOU ARE READING
Ouidas' Rose
Poetrya collection of rambles, of shattered letters, of quiet musings and heart throbs that feel like drum drops someone grab my teddy bear so I no longer feel the darkness
