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Sorrow, and slashes of pain A promise is a cruel thing
It makes you hope
It makes you dream.
It makes you love
It makes you lie.
It makes you live
It makes you die.
It makes you laugh
It makes you cry.
And promises
will make you see
What lies ahead
can be so blurry
So promise
Not to make promises
To me ...
This poem is very true!! Even though I have not really thought about it that much, but I really appreciate you writing it. Now I keep this poem in mind every time I make a promise or someone else makes me a promise. Great piece of work!