Crossed Fingers

My Lover, 

It all started 

with a promise

                           A promise, a wish

                          a dream, a thought

 

this all started

with a promise

 

A promise like 

the sun stuck in

our sky forever

 

                          This all started

                          with a promise

 

A promise is a 

truth a promise is

protected not

ever broken

 

                          it all ended 

                        with a promise

 

A promise is the liars game, 

a twisted dream of our love

 

                          This all ended 

                          with a promise 

 

Dearly Beloved,

there was never 

an us; I promise 

This poem is about: 
Me

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