There won't be another day
When I lie and say
That it don't matter to me
That you won't let it be

Crossing your heart
You did your own part
Promising devotion
A new, familiar start

It wasn't the first
Nor the second or third
But it counted as such
In my eyes, to my touch

It felt real, your affection
Your regrets and confession
My bleeding self took blame
Didn't give in to the flame

Guess it wasn't enough
Loving her and having me
Tempetation sure is rough
To tied hands who can't flee

Just meant to be myself
And mean something to you
But guess my body itself
Was more distracting than good

Figured my heart didn't deserve much
But icy nights in desertland
And for my soul to hush
Its complaints to strand

You promised
Tied the knot to my finger and yours
But if we're being honest
Your promises kinda blurred

Guess you weren't the promise-keeper
That you promised you would be
Guess you are a kind cheater
That just won't set me free

As traveller I find
the ******* called time
only provides a blurry mime
of moments rich as wine.

I visited the dark corners
and opened ****** doors
where only lost ones you could find
bleeding out on broken floors.

But then again I've seen the warmth
on my skin like a healing balm
made of kisses by the sun,
closing wounds and glowing hearts.

There ain't no road with just one end
for where you came from
from exit to entrance it can bend.