I’ll see them
Laying on a bed of shadows
Laughing on broken promises
Never able to look forward
Even when I want to
Vering back to the hope
Eating up the good memories
Resting my head on forgotten promises
Feeling as I once was
Eerily beautiful in its complexity
Exciting my inner child
Lasting only in false promises
The mistakes hurt me most
Heaving chest coupled with salted tears
Every stab given from lost promises
Same as before is what I want
A hand to hold during the days
My heart aching to get it back
Even if it can’t mend the promises
