I’ve always said I would call you to tell you how much I love you But there is always a tomorrow, right? So I didn’t call you that night I’ve always said I would write you a poem that describes your beautiful soul But there is always another day, right? So I didn’t make you one I’ve said I would come over to your house But there is always another morning, day, and night, right? So I didn’t make it yesterday and today
How long will I stay like this In a comfort bed My soul paints a dark still life The piano plays me a death march Mind wanders thinking about tomorrow ” There is always tomorrow “
Till I know the skies run out of stars Till The moon has lost its beam Till The sun is overshadowed by black clouds Till The trees are paralyzed no longer dance with the wind Till the books run out its pages Till the eyes are reddened by blood Till the tides go back to the ocean Till I know I’ve lost her. Because of my tomorrow