Have you ever broken a promise?
Even one so insignificant?I have never.
I've never stabbed anyone, front or back.
Broken a promise,
Or told a third party's secret.
I've never abandoned the trust given.Then, have you ever been betrayed?
Promises given to you but left unkept,
Your secrets been told?
No?
Why?
Because you've never had a promise given?
A secret trusted with?
Or the audacity to show your back to anyone?
And why is that?Be afraid of the storm,
But sail regardless.Years will go by,
Paint would peel off,
Wood would rot,
Metal would rust,
And the helm would squeak and bend.It will die slowly on shore,
otherwise sink by waves.So,
Would you like to see the waves?
YOU ARE READING
It's three in the morning.
PoesiaA small collection of poems which I write when I could not sleep. Or (mostly) of my personal experiences.