Tomorrow

Tomorrow may never show up.
I just wanna write beautiful words.
Have kisses, eat like a king, and feel liberated in my pearls.
Although the vision is impaired, I rather see your soul.
Your smell.
Elegance.
My heart.
Shattered.
As I still manage.
Manage to pick up the pieces with my hands cut.
Tomorrow may never come.
But I want the world to understand that Im not done.
I wanna make a difference.
I wanna grant wishes.
No tooth fairy.
Illusionary.
Reality.
Yes it is scary.