Yesterday

The yesterday 

That refuses to stay buried

And me,

Tied to the past.

Both of us are a match made in Heaven,

The bond is so strong.

My painful yesterday loves me more

Than the blissful tomorrow. 

I love it even more.

Though,

With each breath of love,

I lose myself. 

May be,

May be,

Once I am completely lost,

I can finally cut the rope.

Then,

Can I see the sunrise tomorrow?