“As if he’d never existed? That was insanity. It was a promise that he could never keep, a promise that was broken as soon as he’d made it.”
And though I knew I was right,
I couldn’t fight the pain away,
the agony that was rushing
trough my venomous veins
poisoned with his lasting love
-He’d gave me before he left-
wondering if time would take
the grief away, like he’d said
but how could I trust this promise,
if the most important was broken
as soon as he’d made it, how
could I hope that this one
would be real?