Tomorrow

I’m writing you,
the best poem you’ll ever read,
tomorrow.

This poem will be,
all you’ll ever need,
tomorrow.

Tomorrow never comes.
It’s a day I’m keeping you from.
It’s a mask that I wear,
to hide what’s not there,
I’ll tell you more about it,
tomorrow.

Don’t be so course,
There’ll be writer’s remorse,
tomorrow.

There’ll be love and intrigue,
revealing secrets of me,
tomorrow.

Tomorrow never comes.
It’s a day I’m keeping you from.
It’s a mask that I wear,
to hide what’s not there,
I’ll tell you more about it,
tomorrow.

Tune in tomorrow for the epic conclusion!

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