Tomorrow Poem by Miley Johnson39

To me, the day i first met you,
you were not that noticeable;
Some say you're boastful to talk to,
that we might be really bumble.
The last few weeks that we spent,
i'd got a chance to know him more.
I know the things he can assent,
and i know those that he adore.
Now my friends keep asking that junk,
why'd i loved a man that's bizarre?
why'd i chose a man that gets drunk
and keeps on smoking a cigar?
I just answered them with a smile,
and wondered with the same question;
I knew he'd change his ugly style
or change some of his obsession.
Even the past few days with him
i have seen that he'd changed a lot.
I never showed him that he's grim;
i didn't just trust him for naught.
Buy everything changed differently
the day September came to me;
While those days pass,
I've cried softly
while remembering your dawdling plea.
I was tearing the night i called,
but i stopped when you said: calm down.
And asked me if I'm sick of bawled
i answered with silence and frown.
You questioned me if i am fine
while telling me your untold lies.
I just answered you with this line:
should you care of my worthless cries?
You said that you're the kind of guy,
knows the price of my every tear.
Then why the time you heard me cry
you didn't even tell me to smear?
Don't know what'll happen tomorrow?
will everything still be okay?
What should i show: pride or sorrow?
would the skies again be ash grey?
I wish to go back to the start,
the start where it all began.
I know you'll not give me your heart,
but i still wonder, what's your plan?