
Karyna, We shared it all,
In a few tumultuous and mystic yesterdays,
We had the best and worst of life, and love,
But we shared it all in so many ways,
Now what am I supposed to do with tomorrow?
Can you just walk away, no sorrow?
Without you, I'm no longer two,
And no longer whole, as one, tomorrow.
No heart, gone with not one clue,
Nor can I ever follow.
Your footsteps fade in the deepening snow,
Just like the memories of yesterday,
Lost to me, tomorrow,
But my love, like the moon, doesn't fade away,
So what am I supposed to do with tomorrow?
We were a pair of matched dueling guns,
Destined, truly, for no good tomorrows.
But what good is one, without the other one?
We were both passion, and both pain,
A matched set,
And yet here I sit,
In the last gasp, half insane,
Of this woeful long day,
Wondering what am I supposed to do with tomorrow?


Comments: 20
Beautifully and powerfully expressed.
Blessings to you...
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This was beautiful. Poignant and sad, and well written.
i close my eyes
and all i see s pain
after reading this
there is no doubt
pain and beauty can coexist
, perfectly balanced.
i loved
the title you chose