a day without tomorow

this is a poem that i wrote randomly, p.s. i dont smoke weed.

A Day Without Tomorrow.
                
                Kiss so soft, like honey and ecstasy.
                A touch so sweet, like a late summer berry.
                Words so dreamy, like the breathe of autumn licking you inside and out.
                Beautiful eyes, blue as the body of a peacock, but pale as late winter snow fall.
                Need burning away sorrow, love striking out depression, lust killing sadness,    joy over riding hurt.
                A day without tomorrow is not having you. That’s what today is.
                Memories flood through my mind, tears soar out my eyes, aching pains slam my into my chest.
                Sadness so riveting, like a trip going somewhere where you won’t see the ones that matter for a long time.
                Promises broken, shattered like glass to glass, sharp and dangerous  littering a lonely somewhere.
                Love torn to pieces , like a piece of paper you don’t want to look at.
                Helplessness surfing through the air, until a giant tidal wave comes and crashes into it, dragging it down, until it can find away to swim up again.
                That’s when I saw him and him.
                Both so beautiful and sweet.
                Both there.
                Both are my tidal wave.
                Saving me, bringing me to safety with open arms and strong trust able hearts of steel.
                Both there and ready to dry my tears, and heal my wounds.
                Both there like an addicting drug.
                Both are my weed and I the junkie. Bringing them in to my body over and over again with no intention of stopping.
                But which one do I want, which do I don’t.
                All I know is my today without tomorrow is gone ‘til further notice.
                

Author's Note

its a little messy.

Reviews

[-Scribe in Style-]

Maybe messy but appropriately so, for the messiness of emotions matches perfectly. It is full of a butterfly filled pit in the stomach, as well as an excitement crawling up the spine.. An excellent composition of compelled confusion. I like it..

[POETIC SOUL 2013]

This is Sweet with a little sexy mixed in, its not messy, it made for a wonderful Free Verse, great job!

[Chip]

Very good piece!!! :) Detailed but yet so simple.

[Blake]

Really awesome job you did here. The way you described everything you were saying was really amazing and detailed. I could almost see and feel everything you were describing. Really great job. Keep it up :)