My Unstable Poetry

promise

a promise to myself
is about as hard as a promise
to keep to anyone else
they deal with configuring things in my head
combined like a witches brew,
glowing so the eye can see
It glows of a shire green,
the color of jealousy
I'm jealous that's it's so easy to you
Never forgetting what your actually
Working for
In this dump that I walk through
I get distracted
I get distracted by the pennies on the floor
And dirt on my shoes
But I always looks down
I guess that's not something I should do
My eyes never reached yours,
Strolling through the dump
Like it was a long hazy field
Taking your time
Looking at the left behind