Rusty Promises

Oct 22, 2008 00:01


I still have those roses.
Dried, faded and dusty.
Once upon a time
So fiery red and rusty.

The first i ever received
from boyfriend, from man
The ones that led me to
freely give you my hand

Your promise sat amongst them
and died as all things do
Why couldn't you be honest
and stop thinking of just you?
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