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Our Promises
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2017 Awake, asleep.
I close my eyes better with your head on my shoulder,
I still don’t promise.
Late nights, early mornings.
I shake and I can’t stop smiling,
you’re half awake and still twice as beautiful.
Something, nothing.
I look over at their promises,
maybe in half a breath they could be mine.
I want to, I won’t.
I would choose in a heartbeat
to break my heart with you.
We have said too many times we will not promise,
these are our promises.
