Tomorrow
In an effort to trust you, I’ll believe in you.
Without hesitation I make plans with you in mind.
My heart follows even though I’ve been hurt by you.
I desire the wisdom you hold even when it lacks my truest needs.
I’m stronger as today ends, I know you’re waiting for me.
I take time to thank God for designing you to teach me.
I lay in quiet sheets, my mind composing your sunrise, as I drift off to sleep.
I’m unsure of what you’ll look like, but I’ll dream of you.
Tomorrow, your truths already run deep within me.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Very good read. Seems something I would right given your skill.
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Thank you for reading me. Your approval means a lot to me, Sir. I’d love to know more.
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Always ma’am.
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♡
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Very nice. The idea of a dream encounter (which I assume is frequent) is very creative.
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Thank you. Me? Creative? I hope I’m getting close. Poetry is tough.
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tell me.
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Excellent, Aud! What a great way to write about Tomorrow. The professor wouldn’t have been able to, for sure.
“I’m unsure of what you’ll look like, but I’ll dream of you.” My favorite line!
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Thanks, Duke! The professor must try!
I’m so glad you mentioned your favorite line. How wicked of you! (It does not mean the same as sweet. I don’t believe it. See, I just proved it.)
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But I shan’t try.
But you did prove it.
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I thought I wrote a perfect sentence example on how sweet would have been much better usage of wordage. ( 😆 ) But of course it isn’t. I forget I’m trying to convince your scattered mind.
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I thought the professor was very un-scattered.
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Oh, we’ll see about that. It seems you keep changing your mind on the subject. Scattered, unscattered, sweet, wicked, the professor, then someone a bit like the professor. I can’t keep up. 😉
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😆
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I like it! 🙂
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Thank you, Bradley!
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I am so proud of you… Your devotion to these post are incredible
Sent from my iPhone
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Thanks, Julie! I’m really trying. I cannot imagine not writing for my friends now that I’ve started. Why did I keep it all locked in…I’ll never know.
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