Today is a good day.

The day starts and stops,
grows and flows as life displays its intricacies.
A bright sunny day of smiles and piles of happiness,
of course it is just a cover up to hide the resultant shame of the deeds done on this day.
This good day.

The day drags on never looking close to the end.
Pain ensues upon the young heart broken lover.
A darkness lurks in the distance, taking its time in destroying this day.
 But today was supposed to be a good day, I guess that was just my imagination.

Alas the day looks to be of bad turning.
The hate flies in, the fear growing, the remains of what happiness was once faked is now gone.

No, Today is a bad day.

Nothing seems right.
This can't be what I waited for.
The lies, the shame, the unspeakable truth, the longing for something more.

The day is lost yet not lost.
The day is so bad yet so good.
The day has become much more.
Why should this transformation be bad?
Today is an intricate day.
Today is a historic day.
Today is a good day.