A Knapsack Full of Thumbtacks

if i had a thumbtack for every promise i made you, i would prick my own finger in the name of truth for i never told it the donkey would run for the hills and float on air while slowly going down for the sweet center of your heart....i could never hold it the greatest blue day is when the moon is half seen as a symbol if life's oft forgotten imperfections we are vulnerable to its touch and as a result reveal secrets unbeknownst to us that we still think is safely locked away in protection now i pay the price with all the air that i breathe for your wilted heart i will even give up my greatest possession to receive you can be a habitual liar or just constantly deceive just the essence of your presence will for me be the greatest reprieve