Missing tomorrow today

How can what was seen as evil in my eyes, bring light,

as life makes a way to survive holding this instant.

I wake up to hear nothing but her heartbeat,

softly echoing her percussion in my ears.

Waning shadows bleeding my need for more,

insatiable feelings of a troubled mind.

Loving until death breaks free from pain,

lighting inside a grave built from broken tears.

Looking into her eye’s darkness, her beauty shines,

as if nothing changed in changing completely.

Colors of darkness hide the passion to bequeath,

my heart and death to give away this life.

Acceptance denied in visions coming into view,

holding close the pain to comfort her love.

In her hands the keys, nowhere to be found alone,

for my love to make way for only her smile’s touch.

Was I meant to become the evil to find the good.

fleeting tomorrow’s games of yesterday now.

To hold on to having changing my heart for her,

as tears pour down my face I understand what I have missed.













Johnny Newell