tomorrow, tomorrow, i love you tomorrow,
even if you don’t love me,
with muffled sniffles late at nights and the essence of nature’s cries down my cheeks,
cheeks that know this sort of rainfall better than most,
for better or for worse.
but i’ll love dear tomorrow still,
even if dark eyes that have seen the wonders of the world don’t open to tomorrow’s wonders,
and time stands still for while the world keeps moving and laughing and crying,
for tomorrow will come once again in a new world and a new light for me to rise and take flight.
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