Promises Promises:
A promise is just that
A promise. Nothing
More. Nothing less.
I've questioned myself
Over and over again.
Should I trust even
The promise which
Is built inside of me.
For the things in
Which I see as
Becoming the last
Fall this week
I shall taken my
First steps onwards
Saluting the morning
Evening gave prays unto
Not having the rememberanc
Of another day it had
Seen as this was my
Last promise I won't
Make. Because the first
One should not have
Become my last.
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