Oath

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Hello,
Are you here?
Are you listening to me?
Your James?

My promises aren't guaranteed
But my oaths are real.
If you were a mission,
You would be mine.

Forget the women you see,
My heart belongs to you.
I have to forget
To keep living for you.

Every oath I make,
Every tear I cry,
Every torture I go through,
I belong to you.

I would shoot the world,
Induce the worst of tortures
To see you one more time
And save you from the world.

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Hello!

I hope you enjoy this poem because I know I did when I wrote it :) Another one of my O'Hare Starbucks works by the way.

Thank you so much for your wonderful support and your kind words and votes :) It really puts a smile on my face when I get back to writing! Feel free to REQUEST a poem about a certain person/film/Bond/Bond girl. I will gladly take those :)

xIng


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