It Happened Tomorrow

words sound so dull when they're true

I have this idea you
could fix everything.

That your embrace could
cure me of all I suffer from.

That the worse days would end
well if they ended in your arms.

That any pain would melt away if we combined the warmth of our bodies.

That together we could make the cold world around us vanish for a while.

I have this idea. It's probably not true.

But I am desperatly convinced.