What about the promises
you made with your kisses?
The love you used to quote
while making love notes?
What if they weren’t real?
What if they weren’t true?
All the things you did, including you
I would for sure, cannot endure
The brokenness of my heart
that you took part by part
till they were all yours
till I was all yours
I’m not sure I would survive
I would cry till I die
At least I would be beside you
where we would then be two
hearts, glued
All I ask of you:
Don’t break your promises,
the ones you made with your kisses