Every night complaints close
the day
waiting for a new morning,
Even when the morning comes,
New promises are made
For the whole day to turn them
to ashes
with only flickering hope
remaining
As soon as the evening comes,
and the day is done
It's clear he didn't keep a
one
words the same day after day
then the night is left to wait
for the next morning
No comments:
Post a Comment