If tomorrow never comes

And if tomorrow never comes
Then tonight shall be my very last
Taste of this capricious gift of life
Sitting, thoughts of winning and losing

Be it you, me or all that we see
I’ll still spread wings and fly away free

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ABOUT THE POET ~
Just some social trash spouting out vague nonsense which somewhat adheres to poetry in structure and content.


Last updated December 03, 2015