6/25/2000

Promise

A promise was made,
and also belived.
Could it still be,
or was I decived?
I wonder how,
I make it through.
It hurts so bad,
to think of you.
Why does love,
strike so fast?
Make you happy,
then never last.
I hate the way,
this cuts through me.
Cold and sharp,
and you wont see.
You wont see the way,
I cry at night.
Because I know now,
I have lost the fight.
So you wont love me,
ever again.
I hope you will think of me,
now and then.