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
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
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
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