I bite my tongue
When I feel the word promise eagerly waiting to escape
Because I know
Even though I mean it now
I won't be the same person tommarow
As I am today
And I'm not the kind of person
Who washes promises away
with hot water and a smile
So I bite my tongue tell it bleeds
And drowned my promises with blood
~brokenglasseye
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PoetryPoems by a defective humman searching for an outlit threw poetry.
