tomorrow

With heavy eyelids,
she sits and wonders about the world

The sound of music silenced by
the way her heart slowly beats

She’s done wrong,
and she’s done right

But maybe tomorrow, she’ll remember
all the things she’s forgotten

Maybe tomorrow,
she’ll wake with a smile on her heart.

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