Tomorrow’s

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Will your heart still want mine;

If mine has been replaced?

Will you love me, tomorrow;

As you say you do- today?

Will you still see me;

When I turn frail and grey

Will you still want me;

When I no longer hear the same?

Will you still embrace me;

When my whispers, are too allayed    

Will you still love me;

When I can no longer walk?

Will you still dare touch me;

If my skin discolors and dries?

Will you still wipe my tears;

Gently as you shed your own?

Will you still want me;

When I lose some of my thoughts?

Will you still hold me close;

If I sip farther away into darkness?

Will you even remain;

If I’ve forgotten your name?

Or is today, the best of you,

I’ll ever experience…in a lover’s truth?

Poet of the Light © 2018

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email me if you wish. poetofthelight5@gmail.com If you chose to attack me, I reserve the right to presume you don't exist and unworthy of a retort, or I may just write you and your ignorance out of my mind. ;-) Truth be told~ I’ve no idea what kind of writer or poet I am, how good or how bad really. In this day and age it seems, we sometimes get likes (feel obligated) because we liked someone work/art or message. I’m not keen to that concept, albeit I understand others might be trying to be supportive- within that gray area so as not to seem critical, to someone they perceive as a lessor learner. I tend to write from past experiences, (not all my own) and some are even new drafts of old versions of writes from a more modern view/voice or understanding. I enjoy being a tad provocative in the sense of stirring up ones emotions. I oft dismiss the mechanics because they tend to hinder realities honest and authentic voices conveying a truth, even if but their own. Reminding others in my message what having a loss feels like, traversing as a frail vessel adrift at on a sea of bitterness- alone or a new love acquired, and usually from a childish perspective. All writers have goals and many have entrenched agenda’s but for me, I have the need to write. Everything I write comes from my heart. I share them here, amongst those who might relate, might appreciate what is my style, my tone, my tragedy, my perspective, my naked vulnerability as whispers- from the scars on my heart. I like to think of myself as a high-wire balancing ambivert that can slip one way or another on the stretched tether of my heart whereas poetry serves as my balancing rod. Thank you for reading and your visit. Perhaps we will dance like love birds, to the same intertwining music as we delve in cryptic words on inked pages during our life's…song?

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37 thoughts on “Tomorrow’s”

      13. Yes I see ur point but … what if that is the way u remember it? I remember a
        Certain events that where traumatizing to me and it never goes away

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      14. I know that all to well myself. How you describe it, recall it can remain the same but outside of that, people slip and tell on themselves. In my experience. This is what is meant by that adage of letting people hang themselves by their own words.

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      15. Am still confused . I always feel if I heard the story before and it told differently it’s a complete lie . But consistently hearing the same story which I do with sexual assault victims in my groups . You can tell!

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