I Dream of a Better Day
Tears cannot wash my sadness away,
mourning memories of yesterday.
And yet, today, little can be done,
awaiting tomorrow's cleansing sun.
Finding love is a matter of trust,
for passion is oft fueled by lust.
And lately, I'm feeling led astray;
by the convoluted games you play.
Betrayal builds love's funeral pyre
as lies compete to ignite the fire.
Like a phoenix, hope rises from ash,
only to burn within anger's flash.
Time echoes what my feelings convey,
which is that love is but a cliché.
And yet, desire continues to bait
my lonely heart in its broken state.
Peering into the core of my soul
is like staring down an empty hole.
And so, I dream of a better day;
away from the hurtful things you say.
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