Mar 10

A poem

I’ve been thinking about this one a couple of days now. Finally sat down to write it. I hope you enjoy.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl
Tomorrow is a ghost of herself
Never fully present
Indecision kept her distant, cold
On the brink of ascent
Tomorrow’s suitors always seem
Biased to her best
Each driven mad eventually
In pursuit of all the rest
Tomorrow is an honest girl
Whose promise is a lie
It never is her fault
That we imagine enough to try




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