you are my tomorrow

sleep doesn't wait for me

so I lay here in wait-

and can it be

that we could be?

so that tears could

flood our pain

I need to know 

that in the hollows

that there's an end in sight

as I blindly wonder through the night

with my eyes wide open

and yet it's so hard to see 

but it's this trust that keeps me moving through time

just knowing that

you are my tomorrow

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