PROMISE(S)
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Sticking around is in my nature ~ Kiana lade
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If you didn't lie to my face maybe it would have hurt less.
Was it her dress? Slipped away with the stress.
Maybe it was her address, closer to yours no stress.
Hands locked together, my tears.
Limbs tangled together, my fear.
If I didn't make memories would it have hurt less?
Losing my mind was appreciated, it was already tainted.
The mental pictures I painted, why did I ever frame them?
Daily stories I narrated, early reactions I awaited.
Slow strides I took, why did they look?
So strong I tried to stay,
Keep the emotions at bay,
Take the pain away, but there I shook.
Between the tears, I stood.
Beyond my eyes they looked.
Sitting still I hoped. Not too deep, this time I stopped.
Against closed doors I leaned,
My vision blurred, I missed,
Too deep, I screamed!
Mama's floor, I'll clean.
