A Promise

Beneath my skin is a promise "I'll try",

But Beneath my heart is a promise I'm stained Red with...

like tinted glass in a church yard.

And the fabric of my skin,

woven in pallid wool-like cotton

Is thin, and begging for...

someone to tattoo it 

like a map with ink

A stamp of approval,

To sooth my ailing blood

Because the oxygen in it -- I need to survive

Is killing me.

Seal it, too penetrable -- make it real

That's all I ask...Tell me...a promise is a promise

And you promised me too