Don't Go to the Morrows

Don't go to the morrows,

I haven't had enough of you

For all my love that I contained

for the past years was just released.

And when I see you leave,

I don't know what to do with all the love,

I don't know how to complete our broken conversations.

I told myself it was just a bad dream,

Only it is not.

People said we were too good together

and our smiles synced

And we seemed to be in Paradise of love.

So don't go to the morrows,

If we stick together,

We can create a better symphony,

we can be each other's muses,

where you can paint me

While I write about you.

And now that I think of it,

It has always been you in my poems,

Several people asked me 'who are you?

I told them you are everyone,

Everyone and everything that loved me,

But they were not convinced.

They want 'the one'

I can't give them 'the one' when there is no 'one'.

That's when you decided to go,

Leave my thoughts alone.

But don't go to the morrows

If you stay, we can conquer many minds,

Provide solace to many hearts

Like we always did.

Tell me if I can chase you if you leave,

Tell me you will return,

Don't just hang me here like an unfinished portrait.

I wish I had the courage to write without you,

I wish there are enough choices for me to make,

And despite all these,

I wish you could help me write one last poem.

A. C

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