Funny how we couldn't stop laughing,
He promised to show up when I ask for it,
And when he did unnoticed to me,
It was a sweet promise break,
He said promises are meant to be broken,
And I wondered if he meant what he said.
No wonder he makes promises so vaguely,
I thought of all the promises that he made,
I thought of all the promises that he broke.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
