A promise to be there for
A promise to hold on to
A promise to support
You always

A promise to repair  
A promise to rebuild
A promise to cure
Your heart

A promise the gift of
A promise to love with all
A promise of trust from
My heart

A promise ring to hold the place of future rings, that is my promise to you.

a girl
she's shy and unseen
often walks tired
but looks at you
weary blue eyes
like ***
laughing timidly
for mystical reasons
always beautiful
and easy going
but  hard to love

another day
a few more hours
till this time comes again.
look out, for i will make
the same mistakes.
but these errors are not random
they are natural fluctuations.

You can look at the world this way :(((((( or this way ((((((: they're two sides of the same coin, to smile or to frown?

I was told to write about how I feel.

But what I feel isn’t just a noun I can express in words and pages. Tremendous waves of emotions come crashing and I forget how to swim. Rarely are they a calm sea, where sooner or later, I find a boat and am safe.

There is no boat today. The sea is churning. The sky is enraged.

Sometimes the emotions are a fire, orange and warm, fueling me to keep moving on. But when they are blue and searing hot, it burns me from within. I’m afraid you will catch fire too.

But the fire is my light in the darkness, my lighthouse. Not attracting boats, but giving them a signal to stay away.

I am torn between right and wrong, and the only way I can talk about my ‘feelings’ is by referring to them as natural occurrences and disasters.

Disasters. That reminds me of a lot of things.