More Than Today
There's something that just doesn't feel right tonight
Tears are forming right under my eyes
Yet, they dare not to fall
My thoughts are circulating through my head
Ones which think I'll be better off dead
Knowning in my heart that it's only the start
Of something more to come, something with so much wrong
I do not dare to be afraid
Of the days of which may come
But I do say that I'll shall try to keep my memories away
Thoughts of the past only bring more pain
And I'll wait to the day
Where I can smile without a reason, without a price to pay
So the tears that I feel will not fall
And the thoughts that I think won't be reviled
The pain that's inside though, it's so much more than real
Tearing at my heart, wanting to restart
Not only a promise to the ones I love
But a promise to myself
My days will stay long and cold
Of what I wish, for it to end
The coldness of what beats
Yet the warmth of the things I care for most
Which do I turn to?
The one thats there longer?
Or the one that's there less?
It's nothing but one big huge mess
And for myself not being able to desypher
Whatever it may be
I shall wait, wait and see
For the death, the death of me?
Now that will wait, wait longer than today
Tears are forming right under my eyes
Yet, they dare not to fall
My thoughts are circulating through my head
Ones which think I'll be better off dead
Knowning in my heart that it's only the start
Of something more to come, something with so much wrong
I do not dare to be afraid
Of the days of which may come
But I do say that I'll shall try to keep my memories away
Thoughts of the past only bring more pain
And I'll wait to the day
Where I can smile without a reason, without a price to pay
So the tears that I feel will not fall
And the thoughts that I think won't be reviled
The pain that's inside though, it's so much more than real
Tearing at my heart, wanting to restart
Not only a promise to the ones I love
But a promise to myself
My days will stay long and cold
Of what I wish, for it to end
The coldness of what beats
Yet the warmth of the things I care for most
Which do I turn to?
The one thats there longer?
Or the one that's there less?
It's nothing but one big huge mess
And for myself not being able to desypher
Whatever it may be
I shall wait, wait and see
For the death, the death of me?
Now that will wait, wait longer than today
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