I make too many promises.
for tomorrow.
when tomorrow,
isn't even promised for me.
and I'll fulfil those promises.
even if
tomorrow
breaks
the promise
it didn't keep.
alas,
for tomorrow.
don't leave without me.
YOU ARE READING
demons cry at night
Poetrya series of poems since don't you find ugly things pretty? 04/11/20 - 03/01/21
