The Complication of Characterisation

Waiting for tomorrow to come walking to you
And you don’t try to live today.
Hoping time would hear you and
Open up his arms and let you
Live.
Not understanding that what you want is now; is here.
You try to live a dream that someone else wants to come
True?
Dreams that the person you’ve grown accustomed to,
The person that shares your soul has formulated
Within themselves.
Thinking your problems are all that are meant for you,
You let go of your only hope; self.
Tomorrow will come but you’re not ready.

Broken dreams.
Pick up your pieces and put them together
With hope that you’d get somewhere.
You shall get somewhere.
Broken life, broken heart, broken you.
You stare into a photo and see yourself,
Your old self; your loved self.
You have regrets and made mistakes.
We often forget that every photograph is a puzzle put together by
A child who is patient.
The edges of each piece professionally masked by that liar called
Happiness.

Joy feels much better than happiness.
A guaranteed few are aware of this and many ignore it.
Stop living your photo and live your heart.