tomorrow's temperature 25.11.2022

The sky looks pretty tomorrow,

Because my present dreams aren't achieved yet.

While I keep on running for this 'tomorrow',

A handsome boy passes by.

You're gorgeous, cool, and hot,

And everything that doesn't belong with me.

The temperature my career's keeping me:

Bored and alone.

One glove,

What I wear on my left hand

Come on, gorgeous,

The right hand is waiting for you to cover them.

It's sad,

And maybe a tad bit envious,

When I see my friends' joyous relationships;

So in the mean mean time your fingers are not here yet,

A pen and a notebook are gonna be here for the gaps of my right hand,

To write my dreams, my future,

And the warmth of tomorrow's you.