Tomorrow

Tomorrow.
She’d always say “tomorrow”. 
But tomorrow was conveniently
always out of reach,
and no matter what she promised,
her oaths meant nothing.

Change. 
She’d always beg for change.
but she hadn’t even the faintest idea
how to bring change about.
So she’d simply wait and hope
for change to come to her. 

Love.
She’d never really felt love.
Small acts of kindness kept her alive,
but never got past her eye,
to settle in a broken heart
that never knew how to be free.

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