The Idea
I fell
Hard
To the ground
And when I stood
You bandaged me up
And took me home
Made me
Promise
I’d never leave
And when I stood
You were halfway
Out the door
I fell
Hard
To the ground
For your words
And empty truths
Made me
Promise
I’d never leave
And when I stood
You were halfway
Out the door
I fell
Hard
To the ground
For the idea
The idea of you
Made me
Promise
I’d never leave
And when I stood
I realized
You never promised me
<Deleted User> (13740)
Fri 4th May 2018 20:10
For your words and empty truths x I can relate to this great poem