Tomorrow.. i promised myself,
tomorrow I will be fine,
because today isn't my day,
yesterday left me stranded to lick my wounds,
wounds from lost battles I fought to win,
fighting losing battles is my forte.
I wore my armour before I marched forth for that skirmish,
the skirmish I had replayed over and over again in my head.
My armour covered me but my poor heart was left open, unprotected.
Tomorrow.. I promised myself,
tomorrow I will replace my shattered heart.
