Today

Today,
I woke up in afternoon
strains of yesterday
was falling in my wind

I walked down
from my bed of thorn
all the dreams were pretty
and they are only dreams

Today,
I sang the song of past
so sad it made cry
oh, how I missed the voice

I tried to remember
his yesterday face
his apology and
my weak heart

And today,
I picked up my comb
my hair was darker
than darkness

And I questioned the mirror,
whose is this pretty face
which it's fake blue eyes
are slowly filled with tears