Tomorrow is going to come.
Even if the night is spent holding onto the days problems,
clinging to the day's heartbreak,
sopping up the day's spillt tears,
tomorrow is coming.

Tomorrow will come
Even if the nights hours drag
with music,
and staring,
and sighing,
and wringing hands
tomorrow is coming.

Tomorrow will happen
with or with out a good nights sleep,
with or with out energy,
with or with out health.
Tomorrow will happen
Not too soon or too late
It will just be.
Tomorrow will come.
Tomorrow will happen.

Just a reminder.

Love is not a promise.
you can't look at it like it will be forever.
tomorrow won't be the same
you'll wake up everyday and he'll be there
until he's not
You have to believe that every second might be your last
cherish him like he'll disappear if you look away too long.

Don't let logic be an obstacles
you may never have this moment again
he's not permanent
Don't let him appear to be an obstacle to your future
Don't plan on him being in your future
Plan like he'll vanish if you let go
Wake up and find him before he's gone.

speak in the past

I envy your ability to speak. I broke your heart and you can say that. You can tell me I'm a horrible person, you can call me immature, stunted, a tumor. It's amazing. I have thoughts on the subject but you'll not hear a word from me. I begged you to leave, and you wouldn't stop talking. Until you had said everything. That's how you move on. You told me everything you were thinking. You told me how you felt, when you were angry, why you were hurt. I listened and I broke, and I cried but I was silent. Now you are too. You're silent and gone, and I'm finally starting to want to speak. I should have done it when your ear was mine, with my silence I have solidified my thoughts. I will constantly think, and go over every detail, and every word I should have said. I don't know what it will take to move on, as I have buried myself in it rather than risen above.