If Tomorrow Never Comes.!

My difficulties come from not speaking up,
but I’m always afraid to crack the egg shells
I’m walking on. 
In my head everything is so plain and simple,
all the words fit perfectly.
It’s when they reach my lips on their way
to your ears that everything gets lost in translation.

 

Life these days are lists full of wishy-washy decisions.
Life changing and rearranging that leave me empty
and passionless. I try on new days like sweaters,
trying to find the right fit, but nothing fits.
I don’t fit.

 

Tomorrow I’ll look again for that girl
who was herself once, before she belonged
to anyone else, before she locked herself away
to grow a family. Sometimes her presence peeks
from around a corner and unlocks the goddess inside,
letting her waltz through her old dreams
when no one is looking, and even if tomorrow
never comes,
I’ll remember her, for she was here…once