If Tomorrow Never Comes

If Tomorrow Never Comes short poem

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If tomorrow never comes for me,
I want you to know that we sat on the constellations and watched Aquarius
Serve the stars with a bowl of the fountain of youth and forever
They lit our faces while Cygnus collected the bones of our pain
And threw them into a blasting supernova
Forever locked in Each other’s arms.

The clasps of our digits colored the morning, orange
As the music of lyre chirped from the birds
Your smile engulfed my heart into a heartbeat
Hypnotizing the tides of the sea into a beautiful drum dance.

I want you to hear my voice locked in the dungeons of fear
That has enslaved my love for you
The gates guard with Leo with his vicious claws.
Probably death would be my Hercules,
Saving me from my own darkness because I will be free finally.
From the pressure of facing you and telling you
That I love you.

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