• promises, promises can be broken, like a heart.
    they can be shattered and torn apart.
    no pinky-promise really means anything, because people shift and people change.
    This ever-changing cycle, that I get tired of.
    promises, like glass, dropped from above. no parachute or wings, just dropped to hit and shatter,
    almost like a delicate, needle sharp, silver platter.
    no one can see how fragile our feelings are
    not until we are hurt and bleeding, but by then they've gone too far.
    promises, promises, just water over fire, because eventually it'll all dissappear
    because it'll turn to steam, and then completely dissolve
    into nothingness, invisibleness, thats called treachery or backstabbing, and its sharp as a blade.
    that person didn't really intend to keep the promise they'd made.
    if they had, really meant it, then why do you hurt and cry?
    if they had, really meant, to keep it a secret, why'd they let it out, make you want to die?
    Promises, promises, can be broken like a heart
    they can be ripped open and torn apart.
    like a bridge can be made to fall down
    a promise can be made just to let you down.