9th May 2013

A Promise


'I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone.'

Those doors are always there on the tip of my tongue.

I'll never be perfect but you promise you'll try,

But all past chances I make all lead to my demise.

You want me to smile but do you care if it's fake.

All of this madness; I want you to take.

I long for the feeling to not feel so alone.

You promised you'd stay, can you keep it for life?

And emptiness is all that's left.

Please keep you're promise,

Failure leads to my death.

The End

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