I try not to put too many things off until tomorrow,
for what if tomorrow came today and all my promises rang hollow?
What if I awoke someday with no night or day -
would I then realize that all this time I've had was borrowed?
I try not to hide too much of what I'm feeling,
for what if I bottle it all inside and I reach my fucking ceiling?
What if I awoke someday without you there with me -
would I then realize that you were the reason I was healing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem