Promises May 3, 2008
Posted by Giselle in Poetry.Tags: broken, confused, feelings, life, Poem, Poetry, promises, sorrow, truth
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Promises.
They are made to be broken.
I took for granted
a promise, to be
a bond forever.
But lately realized
it’s not.
I got confused.
I became agitated.
I was surprised
and I was shaken.
I cried
and I fussed.
But nothing could change
the truth.
that a promise,
no longer meant promise.
- Lucky (LHNV)
I like your writing Giselle. I know I have said that before, but well done.
hehehe. .thnx
n just for the record, I duno whether Ive told you before or not… but, the style you write too is very admirable.. Im trying to take some tips from your way of writing so that I could improve mine too ..
Hows life?