Little. Broken. Promises.

I disregard the cigarettes remnants,
it contains another broken promise,
how come I can tell the truth to everyone,
except to my self I can’t seem to be so honest,

she messages me on Facebook,
with tears in her eyes,
she tells me she’s in love with a husband,
who already has a wife,

really though she loves me,
I’ve known that since we first met,
she sends my hearts and poetry,
and I know in her heart a place for me is kept,

her tears roll down her face,
and rest upon her breast,
I’m aroused being as I’m just a man,
so I tell her let’s have ***,

virtually anyways,
because we’re communicating on the internet,
she’s in LA I’m in Lisbon,
so we are on Skype having inter-***,

she plays the lead and I direct,
so I tell her rub on her ****,
I then take off my shirt,
and tell her next to rub on her ****,

she does and we do,
what so many today do too,
it’s a virtual world this is virtual reality,
so I guess it makes sense to have virtual *** too,

we both came but still it seemed,
she and I were far apart,
she might have well been on Venus,
and I of course on Mars,

where are those emotions of ours,
that we used to have back in the day,
why does it seem now that the only thing we show is scars,
as we lay restless in the bed that we’ve made,

we make,
promises to ourselves,
then we break them almost as soon as we make them,
just to try and remember how it felt,

remember when we could still feel,
when we’d make a promise and keep it,
remember when the world was ours,
and we believed if we tried we would make it,

now where are we,
chasing empty dreams,
and giving ourselves to anyone,
that will again make us believe,

I breathe,
in the smoke mixed with night,
as we make one more little promise,
to make all these wrong things right,

as I disregard the cigarettes remnants,
it contains another broken promise,
how come I can tell the truth to everyone,
except to my self I can’t seem to be so honest…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆