Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Churches

If scars had confessions 
They could tell a story 
Of nights full love and whisky 

It was the best thing I could ever remember 
Just as tomorrow reminds us  
Of all the nights missed 
Holding hands 
Slipping fingers past closed doors 
Reaching for one last moment 
Hoping it never passes away 

I don't care about tomorrow 
I just care about today
Because it's one more day
 I smile