One Day At A Time.

Wallace

Our future no one can predict.

They who say they can.

They i condradict.

The future does give nothing away.

You only find out day after day.

That to me is the best way.

What is here today is not here tomorrow.

Today a broken heart.

Tomorrow who knows, your heart could be pierced by cupids arrow.

Life has no written script.

The future always is tight lipped.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 30th, 2018 03:35
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