I loved how you inked your promise
As you give me hope everyday
Your way to touch my soul
Endearing your promise
I loved how you castle your promise
As you moved the mountains
Crossing the oceans bravery
Building your promise
I loved how you strive hard
For your promises to me
To make me happy each day
Acquiring your promises
You know what is hurt in your promises
You painted, because you promised it
Not because you wants to grant it
You want to prove your promises
Not because you love it
But to colored what you paint.
Dull in a picture,
Like your promises, no texture
Full of hidden pain
Because promises,,,
Are meant to be broken,
Not meant to be fulfilled.

Thanks Rose ❤️❤️❤️
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Wonderful poem!
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constantly picked my scab and bled.
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THANK YOU—FOR WRITING!
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Thank you 😊
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
and HIS PREOMISES ARE GOOD!
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Awe, thank you ❤️❤️❤️
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Pain that happens and felt
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Simultaneous flow of words and emotions 💖
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pain comes again
promise little to nothing then
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