the musings of a wallflower

promises

"humans are fragile creatures made up of broken hearts and broken promises."

promises

"don't open your mouth

i'll pour it in

through your ears

but you can't tell,

you won't tell anyone

promise me.

in your heart,

bury it deep

let it lie there

almost forgotten

you won't tell anyone,

will you?"

but is it my fault

that i let it slip

into conversation,

just a little bit?

don't you worry,

they'll ask me for more

but i won't tell.

i promised you

but don't you see?

promises were meant to be broken

like hearts

and dreams.