Promises were made Like many before and after To me they were real They screamed Vows tied in love Tears of what I could not say Bounded to me till I washed them away For you to be cleaned so fast Aragent of me to still be drenched in a vow and a promise How often the echos of how things are supposed to be What things are ment to be lies Promises are just flowers to wilt I am told So is everything I am told Even as I stand still Appreciate the moments so slow Happyness fills me To grab on is difficult Especially when I am told I wilt and decay Love to the words forgoten Walking through a field of flowers breathing blue