Oct 2019
I am petrified by your promises,
the ones I don’t believe.
Immortal hope
betrays the heart
as it binds its beat
to the erratic pulse
of your fickle mercy.
Humbly,
I ask the future,
be kind to me.
the ones I don’t believe.
Immortal hope
betrays the heart
as it binds its beat
to the erratic pulse
of your fickle mercy.
Humbly,
I ask the future,
be kind to me.
