promises are like water to me
for you they quench temporarily
all that i fear for you and us
like the thirst of the dying
i can stop making promises
that i won’t agonize over the shit disease insanity violence and utter hell that we both see
we can compromise and believe
that there will be promises of better life
like we will plant flowers
but they might not smell like roses
as the smell of decay clings
promises can be multi everything
disciplinary lateral purpose conscience
promises are sugar and wine
rat poison
one daft note fleeting in the wind
a fart or love
i can’t tell where we are going
or how to get on this new road
let’s not make promises anymore
let’s just stay eye to eye
let’s just see what i will do
how i will move and act and love and lose
i refuse to promise that i will not turn the other way
if you don’t promise that you will make this inferno go away
i will say that i can accept my heart broken
and that when the camera flashes your way
remember that humility diligence and hard work are the better red carpet accessory
for you
our queen of us lost angels
words less spoken 
Promises are hard to keep these days, especially those of life, liberty, and love. Thank you for joining in.
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Happy New Year Eugi wishing you and your loved ones the best and lots of strength too ♡♡♡♡
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Thank you, mb! Hugs!
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If we can live according to our plans…One can’t promise anything. So practical, Nice poem. Best wishes for 2022.
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that’s very true thanks for reading and visiting friend all the best for you as well in 2022 xo
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Such rawness, Marisela! The beauty of the ugliness is that we can overcome it through sheer force of will. It isn’t always pretty and even successful to the degree we’d like but we must always go our own way. Wonderful piece!
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thank you so much Susi, happy new year and wishing love health and peace xoxo
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You’re welcome, Marisela! Same to you, especially love, health and peace! ❤
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The narrative of this poem is so wonderfully compelling! I love the rhythmic reflection of living and promises.
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thank you friend for reading and commenting have a happy and healthy new year xo
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