Regrets of Tomorrow
Cross your heart.hope to die.
Wish for truth, bound to a lie.
There's crime, there's violence, there's hate...
mixed with racism, prejudice, and blood-written date.
It's not us, not we, not they, not them.
To a certain extent, do we ourselves defend?
There is no past that I yet regret,
of the pain and tears I've shed at night.
But stand forever in apologetic debt,
because against myself, I cannot end the fight.
With the evil in this world,
With the entrapment of my mind,
I have no conclusion of this girl-
As my thoughts intertwine.
What's the point of all sorrow?
What's the point of a promise lost?
If these are the regrets of tomorrow.
Why does it matter whose hearts are crossed?
Share This Poem