*meant to be delivered slam-poetry style*
I guess they are just never
Strong enough
Promises
They masquerade like they can hold
The weight of the
World
If I promised, I meant it.
I promise, I meant it.
But the problem for the promise
is the past-tense "meant"
Because with every word I speak
It's truth in the moment
But I wouldn't count on past
promises
But it's not just you I've broken
It's me too
I promised myself things
So I guess I just make promises
I can't keep
Putting my tongue to paper my body can't complete
And there I've broken one again. No
"can't"
I promised myself.
So don't hold me to a contract
Don't chisel my words in stone
Learn the way of my heart
Trust the vessel on its own
It won't keep the promise
But it will not forsake the compass
It will not forsake the heading
It will not forget you, though it forget all those broken
promises.
