Change

Change

A Chapter by Rosalie Santerino
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you promised ...

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You promised it wouldn’t change

I know I had to leave it all behind

Awkward hugs and tearful goodbyes

Empty promised of undying friendship

But empty words and innocent affection

It all evaporates so quickly in pink morning mist

Swallowed by the different circles in which we mixed

Contact seemed so close and yet impossible

 

I was living in a foreign world

Where even my dreams were chosen

My clothes told lies of wealth I didn’t own

Of such pride I could never hope to earn

You were just other there floating in your sphere

Exploitation of freedom pushing you away

A world that only a free education can create

Trying desperately to break our promises with lies

 

But when others fell away from us their promises

Lasting as briefly as the ever fading and brief wind

Your stayed firm to our hope, our promises our choices

To keep the circles we were forced and yet still be my friend

Reaching across the divide between unchangeable systems

Connecting with what’s inside and taking time to listen

 

You were the last ties to have been broken

The last promise that caused the past to die

It lasted so long and yet seemed so fleeting

Sometimes I wonder was it ever there at all

A sigh to brief, a love to short, the last promise broken

 

You could count for your feelings and faith

For this your promises you could still say

But the one thing you forgot in that breath

Was even your promises can be beaten by death



© 2011 Rosalie Santerino


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Rosalie Santerino
Rosalie Santerino

Horseheath, Cambridgeshire, United Kingdom



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A Chapter by Rosalie Santerino