And in my heart,
it stung like thirty thousand whips
when you left me
without a note of goodbye.
And in my mind,
it burnt like thirty thousand torches
when I remember
your promise.
"I will never leave you."
And like the leaves of Fall,
you did.
- PMT
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
And in my heart,
it stung like thirty thousand whips
when you left me
without a note of goodbye.
And in my mind,
it burnt like thirty thousand torches
when I remember
your promise.
"I will never leave you."
And like the leaves of Fall,
you did.
- PMT
Entry no. 3: The Promise.
For all the one who left and got left behind.
