the beautiful tomorrow

if it'll ever be the same, i'd rather not have it. let's just keep it at that.

when i see you, your stare pierces through my misty eyes. and you smile and glance away as if you've caught something you don't wish to share. and i understand perfectly how much of everything you're trying to hide, and how much nothingness there is to show. with your perfect eyes and perfect smile this heart has found a place, where nothing will ever be the same, not in quite the same way.

the beautiful tomorrow glances back to today, the beautiful yesterday looks forward to coming back, but moves on... and moves on. to what today promises and to what tomorrow hides from today.