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nah....!
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his fear took a jagged knife to the throat of his promise and now all i can do is weep and miss..... his promise, his presence, his sweetness, his laughter, his music, his energy, his compassion.. i miss i miss i miss miss and miss and miss. i wonder what it feels like to stop caring and to forget about promises once kept.
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ClairE
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If I remembered them, I think I'd die.
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girl_jane
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Why do I still believe him? Why don't I realize what everybody else already has? Why can't I let go? Why does he hurt me? Why do I let him?
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020303
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I used to know
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He left so many to her. She gobbled them up like so many pills. I thought she would have forgotten him, moved on, but no. Still an abandoned carosel of love and hate, well maybe not but something_like_love He still makes promises; she tries not to believe in her childhood fairytales. How could you do this to her? String her along for twenty years? Break a promise and buy her new shoes; break a big one, she gets a drumset. How could you have let this happen Dad.
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071107
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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