I guess I'll never know what cherubim is thinking -- I fear I might be making things worse -_- So, here's something to wash away that letter. This poem was made back in the year 2000, a time when I was trying to garner attention in a forum the only way I know how -- writing poetry. This was written upon the start of the most terrible phase of my life, exactly when I was 23. This time, the poem is not in my perspective ...

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i'll just love you tomorrow
because today
all i want to do is love me
i've been this way and that
given this and taken that
and now i want things to be tidy
so i can find my things where they should be
and that my bruised knees and aching head
won't be much concern for you when i linger

i'll just love you tomorrow
because today
all i want to do is just live in it
where i can just sing aloud
and strum my guitar til my fingers hurt
i want to have enough time
to thank and hug mom for the breakfast
and that one thousand praises
i've been meaning to say to God

i'll just love you tomorrow
because today
all i want to do is prepare loving you
as i pick up the pieces of my past
so i can reflect a better picture of me
then, when i let our hearts embrace
i don't have to let go
and let the tears of years
flow and become flowers