PromisesA Poem by Ross Saunders
An in progress piece I started at work...
I made a promise to you today,
some disgraced decree in the dark.
Maybe I'll tell you about it.
Truth be told,
I'm not sure what I promised.
So many promises...
Maybe I promised not to be a b*****d.
Maybe I promised to give you a flower every time we meet.
Maybe I promised to hold you every time you start to slip.
Maybe I promised to keep up when you run away.
Maybe I promised to save the world for you.
Maybe I made the only promise that matters:
Not to make promises I can't keep.
© 2011 Ross Saunders
Added on December 19, 2011
Last Updated on December 19, 2011
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