Our Promises


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.

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Written 5/13/17

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