Thursday, December 17, 2009
~ 10:42 PM ~
Keeping promises aren't easy.
Keeping true to yourself is an entirely different thing.
You are holding your word to me that
are entirely empty promises.
Nothing more than just an plain old bubble.
Talking is cheap.
Down this road we have experienced many obstacles.
We have shared many.
You confine to me whenever needed.
I'll always be there to try to bring that frown upside down again.
I'll give you my word for that.
In return,
I don't ask for anything.
At most I'll just feel dejected.
I'll just hold my words in and keep everything inside.
Till then,
I try not to hold anything against you.
You are always hard to hold on to,
hence letting go is easier.
Sometimes I leave you to your little haven,
when i'm halfway gone.
My ultimate return makes me feel deprived of what I missed.
Hence I confine myself to my quarters and start killing myself inside.
Not everything is about you.
The more I try to fight the urge to spit out,
the more you show that ugly side of you.
The other side I've been missing looks like it has gone down the drain.
