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?
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