Come tomorrow

Come tomorrow

Tonight ends the tomorrow I wished for

I watched the clock move tick tick
It seemed each second grew so thick
I assumed each minute was a trick
Today is already sick to me
So I seek to pick another
Cus my patience just pricks me off

I wrote songs i want to sing
Rehearsing hard my chin rest on strings
My sleep, time couldn’t bring
My belly ring, so what?
Not even a sting could make me move

And now it seemed like yesterday’s dent
Tomorrow looked no different at all
Except for memories that wont rent
A day differs by what we felt.

One thought on “Come tomorrow” by nwakanma victor (@profvn)

  1. true… nice piece

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