Today wasn’t a date
It was a change,
As the images form
As fresh new page.
The eyes they melt
Right into my core,
I could only dream
To feel this more.
It was a perfect day
I don’t want to end,
Paths could change
Around any bend.
Today was tomorrow
A brand new start,
Creating a feeling
Not just as art.
K
I love being the first to like😎
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Haha I get alot of satisfaction out of liking first 🙂
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😎
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I just know that no one puts the meaning into pressing the like button like I do
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Haha it’s always appreciated x
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I never doubt you ma’am 🙂
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Thank you likewise x
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Please write more from the dreaming. Can I compare thee to a summer’s day…. because down here – 2 riders approaching and the wind begins to howl 💚
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Oh dear, and I will write more about my dreams, it’s were most of my inspiration comes from x
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Exposing every weakness however carefully hidden from the kids.
But in this town it was well known when they got home at night their fat psychopathic wives would beat them within inches of their lives….
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Wow very deep and rhymes well c
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Mr Waters would be glad to hear you approve 😄😍
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Haha x
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Lucifer Sam saw your kat 😻😹
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Probably did, I’m in his good books x
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I must be in some great profane book… I just gave my ration of chocolate to some homeless soul dying outside the supermarket.
In 18 years of sobriety I have been doing that and chatting with the real folk. The yuppies who try hard to be alchies just ain’t as real etc…
As our trains are breaking daily and it is evident we can’t purchase goods simply anywhere… i must paid the appropriate insurances. Lol.
The winter court has met down here
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😘
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A very good poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you for reading xx
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You are welcome!
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Today and tomorrow have always fascinated me. Does tomorrow ever really arrive? When it does, it is today…so does that make it not exist?
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Haha well the whole concept of time is something we designed, so it doesn’t actually exist. Tomorrow is when the moon goes down and the sun comes up, which is technically today x
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“The best moment of your life is this very second…it’s, the only mont you ca be sure of.”
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So very true and thank you lovely x
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Awesome poem, felt so nice reading it. Great.
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Aww thank you x
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Welcome.
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“Today was tomorrow
A brand new start” – great to read this!
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I’m glad you liked it thank you x
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You got me right at the beginning of this marvelous piece.
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Thank you
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My pleasure
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