He said he'd be on her side,
She then asked,
"promise?"
His reply;
"promise."
But what about those times where she got hurt,
He wasn't there to pick her up.
The only thing on his mind was the word promise.
Promise wasn't big,
but it was worth a lot.
Days past and she would fall and pick herself up,
As the boy, he was too worried it was already late for another promise.
He promised himself he'd be there to pick herself up the next time.
That day came,
She wasn't the one getting hurt,
He was.
He sacrificed his life for her,
because he was afirad he'd break another promise.
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the way of life ; poems
Poetryrelatable stories, poems, quotes, etc. for sad people with sad lives. :(:
