The Prisoner

There’s yesterdays, and there’s todays.
Easy forevers and please just stay.
Hearts wanting to be complete,
Running away from the defeats.
Happiness wrapped around metal shards,
cupids shooting poisened darts.
There’s today; there’s always today.
While yesterdays pass by,
Somany questions remain that start with why?
There’s yesterdays and todays;
the yesterdays fade away,
but the todays always stay.
– M.A. Fernández
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