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If Yesterday was Tomorrow.

And, if yesterday was tomorrow,
What would you have done differently?

Would you write that which the mouth was even afraid to whisper?
Be a little bit poetic and feed the world with feelings,
Just like any other slave of the pen?

If yesterday was tomorrow_
Would you let the sun set with your heart still hurting?
Would you  still call men dogs
Just because a few like bones like you do?

If yesterday was tomorrow,
Would you talk of how it never comes
And sing, hoping that You finally became a star?

Would you share the last piece saved on your diary?
Or, you would just have written another piece to entertain the skeletons in your closet, those that really never come out?

If yesterday was to come after today would you still be talking of a having gruelling day and still seat and swipe your gadgets all night long lost in the virtual world?

If yesterday was the day after today,
Would you still claim to ride with your friends,
Would you still talk of them the same way?

For me,
If yesterday was tomorrow,
I would seat pretty and hope  that she realises mine wasn't fake.

If yesterday was tomorrow,
Probably, it would have been expressed in a song,
And the composer hoping that you repeat none of the mistakes that you  did the day before.

*DolAh*

_Zi Boy_

2019.

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