Promises...

Your heart is an organ-
playing a melody of your kind-nature...

Sorrow melted
from my eyes...

...

At fifteen years old,
when I first met a...

Stood at a crossroad
deciding which path to take...

A scent that blossoms every Christmas time
brings thoughts of when we’d sit around the tree...

I would hold you up;
close to my mouth...

I had to-
let go of the...

Standing in your shoes
looked at life through your eyes...

Ashes of summer
fall and settle upon a...

I am restoring my dignity now;
left tainted by your conceited ethos...