A Promised Tomorrow Poem by Peter parker

The sky gets dark
The winds blows out hard
Sense cold buh it feels warm and comfort
Though outside looks scary buh inside is peaceful and soundy
Always like you
What else do you need to hide
Past are gone, today is a gift
I don't want you to be perfect
Just want you to be
The last person to meet when the day ends
And the first person to see when the day starts
Love is in dimension, to me its all you
I just don't want a night with you buh also a promised tomorrow