• ramblesafterlight 22w

    Tonight

    Tomorrow the rage might have vanished.

    My touch may no longer be the reason of scarlets on your cheeks.
    The shine might be all but a haze.
    Tomorrow, your time might be costlier and our hearts might be hectic

    But right now! Right now as we sit beneath these stars in your car that takes too long to start, promise me.Promise me the rage and the scarlets won't subside tonight.

    Promise me the warmth of your hand wouldnt let this winter get to me.
    Promise me the escapade engulfed by the foggy windows won't die down any time soon.

    I wouldn't ask for as much as tomorrow.
    But tonight promise me the world!
    For all we know, the vase of tomorrow may never sustain.

    And for we all know, the promises of today may be the lies of tomorrow.
    ©ramblesafterlight