Writings

Tomorrow Never Comes

She waits silently for love. Patiently for a reply. The person she loves probably doesn't cares as much anymore. Twist and turns and tumbles in her sleep to only wake up in a puddle of sweat with tears running down her face, thinking and feeling that she's unwanted by the one she loves. Each tear represent why she fell in love with him in the first place. Someone who would rather be on social media than talk to the only person who'll ever love him.

'Is it worth it?' she repeats in her thoughts. 'Does he loves me?'

She'll stay up to see if he'll text but her self conscious says 'Sleep love, he won't text you. Maybe tomorrow?'

But tomorrow never comes