Day After Tomorrow

Its Raskolnikov

Smells of sweet ecstasy,

Flying in the air,

Dreams of all the festivity,

Fingers running through my hair,

It seems to remind me of a time that used to be, 

A smile that has promised,

A laugh that always sings to me,

A powerful incarnation

of a love with no expectations,

And I think of her in need of restorations,


Day by day, yet it seems year by year,

A memory stirs,

A memory of a time to be achieved,

A heart I have seen,

A vision to be believed,

When the bells call me at the aisle,

I will be there so my love can be received,


After I've seen what I've seen,

Done what I've done,

I still can't help but dream the dream,

There is a person who needs to know how much they mean to me,


For now I still feel sorrow,

But I still hold onto those fond memories,

We are each others' destiny, 

And there's her hand I'll need to borrow,

All in the day after tomorrow,


  • Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2018 13:54
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 37
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  • Crystal Hope

    A beautiful poem. Definitely didn't expect it from a 15 year old. 🙂 Awesome!

  • HangingbyaHalo

    Wow, this is lovely. Wise beyond your years for sure. Thank you for sharing.

    • Its Raskolnikov

      Thank you for reading, am glad to see people actually read these

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