Promise
Many years ago, I made myself one, Though initially I told it to no one, It is one of those things that needs no telling, They seized it, like an idea that needs no selling. Only for a few decades,
Many years ago, I made myself one, Though initially I told it to no one, It is one of those things that needs no telling, They seized it, like an idea that needs no selling. Only for a few decades,
To the casual observer, they seemed like a pair any other, If it wasn’t for that singularity, they wouldn’t even bother, Like all the others, they seemed immersed in their own world, With the occasional interruptions reminding them this world.
Pretending it wasn’t over, was not going to be much use, For, to feign forgetfulness, was not his cleverest ruse, The floods had stopped, but the wreckage remained, And everything around him, had forever been stained. Over time, even the
When darkness becomes a stranger to the night, And there no longer is an end to broad daylight, When the moon and the stars separate upon a fight, And yet he never doubted his future was bright. If there was
It was trivial, I though it didn’t even merit such a fight, She thought not, and refused to acknowledge my plight, I tried telling her, that she knew not all the facts, Unconsciously, she told me, that I knew nothing.