i promise it will be better
i promise to understand
i promise to fill in the gaps
there shall be no more mishaps

i promise i promise i promise,
things will change can't you see
its meant to be
i promise today i promise

i promised you yesterday
I promised you a better tomorrow
but heres the thing you see;
tomorrow never comes
and i never did lie.

I wana be like poetry
but you don't even like to read

timing is truly as fickle as they say
you can't turn back the clock
you can't take back what you forgot to do,
or take back what you did do.
.
.
often when you're ready, the opportunity has passed,
and the window has closed
and the time that was so fickle, is no longer in your favour.

So soft
more soft
too soft
shouldn't be soft
but couldn't be anything more than soft
perhaps couldn't be anything less than soft
beneath soft
not as soft
couldn't be strong without being soft.

so be soft, as soft as a moon in cancer

I mourn for your lips

So much that I feel aches that send speckles of darkness sinking into the pit of my stomach
and your smile alludes the impression that you are satisfied by this
and I discern the notion  of my lips having been touched but never really kissed

yet still, I mourn for your lips

lips that I have kissed, that never kissed me.