Tomorrow can be

a viscious creature

One whose broken promises

make waste of even

the best of us

with the only regret given

written in the heart

of a story gone untold.

Would that I could

tame such a beast

perhaps I'd see

Your lovely eyes again

for what they are

like what we both

swore would never end.

You've seen that very

beast in me,

dabbling with things

beyond my means

and in my own heart

its not the worst

that you have observed

yet its my faith

and not yours that

has become

a blasphemey upon itself

as I question

that same viscious creature

for the broken promise

thats left me here,

even so near your hand,

a waste,

just for being here at all.