Tomorrow
I lean over the counter and order a coffee and some memories to go
Outside the window a pole is crowded by an unkindness of ravens
I leave all the places I've visited and never say yes only no
I wish I had a place to call my home like so many have havens
Only moving backwards and refuse to look ahead
My solitude tells me that I belong to a murder like a crow
I will not continue to a place were all is dead
I hope by leaving I will help some things to grow
As I drink my coffee in the village of yesterday
For a moment I let my heart and my gaze stray
I guess I will always wish I could one day your heart borrow
But I promised myself I never go back to the town of tomorrow
Poetry by Peter
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Written on 2006-01-18 at 20:41
Tags Regret  Fear  Tomorrow 
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