The Day Will Come
by erica acuna
Time has passed and memories have forgotten.
The pain one shares when sad and gray.
Hoping one day, I will find my loved one.
Dreaming for my night of passion, desire and lust.
But as memories flow back and the pain returns,
it pushes me back to my sad past.
I ask myself, "Why can't I be happy."
"Why can't my dream be real?"
Why is there so much pain in one's heart
that just wants to be free.
One day, yes one day
God will bless me.
And I'll find the one for me.