Promises

I kept your promises in a matchbox
I held your pain in my chest
I wore your keepsake around my neck-
you would come back for me
you wouldn’t forget.

I hid your picture in my dress
I traded my soul for time
I believed your butterfly kiss-
you would come back for me
your heart was mine.

I let your wish be my only desire
I tied your demons in my hair
I saved our memories in my bed-
you would come back for me
you wouldn’t leave me here.

Some words shouldn’t be spoken
promises aren't made to be broken.

Ph:Flickr_Charles Fredrik