Empty Promises Comments

This gift of love that we all hold, is meant to last passed getting old. To stay with us for all our time, not just until they're gone from sight. Is it just familiar contempt, that makes us want to declare, this love for one no longer here. Easy word not hard to find. It's time that we can't seem to spare, a minute here a minute there, how they mount and steal away, all the things we did say, are's to do when they're no more. Promises made when hearts are torn, once their mended not so sure.

Promises made with good intent, when eyes were filled with salty tears. Eyes now dry no longer red, allows the mind to see more clear. Thoughts now turn to what they'd say, if we could see them on another day, times too short with non to spare. Perhaps we'll go when rain is though, better still when we see the sun. For we can spend more time with you, once all our work is through.
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