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Ten Years Till Tomorrow

Ten years till tomorrow,

twelve months since today

That feeling of sorrow,

that won't go away

 

Push past all the problems,

surrender to stress

One acts like a scholar,

to move towards success

 

To pretend to remember,

the feel of one's skin

That passing December,

they want to fit in

 

Ten years till tomorrow,

twelve months since today

The time had been borrowed,

we're all that remain

 

 

Comments3

  • Poetic Dan

    I'm swept away miss Pots and pans
    I can't believe I missed your clang
    Now I've heard your awesome words
    I bid you a good day please ramble away!

  • Heartwriter

    Awesome write so well done.

  • Michael Edwards

    Original and so well drafted like this a lot.



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