Cross My Heart; Hope to Die

Wondering what I’ve been doing lately? Writing bad poetry, of course. I really wanted it to snow today.


You promised me wind and snow

and gave me sun.

You promised fire and passion

and gave a cold shoulder.

You promised love and future;

I have the blackest nights.

Without you,

promises are my only hope.



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