I found a note of long ago promises
Made of words like smoke floating into nothing
Yea! it was foolishness but my eyes were blinded
I thought of it as sweet as chocolate
But its sweetness is temporary
bitterness of pain remains
with that of our long ago promises.
With maturity, I come to realize
never build love with words of fairytales, fantasies & make believe,
never build love with words of promises that were never made to come true...
rather, build love with words of willingness to wait for the rightest time