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Tomorrow is Too Late
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2009 The sky turns to a somber grey
As the last petal slinks to the ground.
Wintry winds blow through me,
Shattering my brittle bones.
Rainbows become simplified and pale
Birds sing and the music plays
But all I see is grey
And all I hear is mute.
Living, laughing, and loving
Become a memory
As the angels close their arms
And the world collapses in upon itself
Leaving me stranded in the dark abyss.
Nothingness consumes me
And numbness overrules feeling
When will I see you again?
