Sunday, July 4, 2010

Promise

I was an infatuation
Something you wanted because I was there
Happiness eruptued because I believed you cared
Not the type of girl to even care my
Problem was us
I didn’t trust us.

Boy, did I want us.
I wanted us quite more than you want that pay increase
With your fake ass marriage,
You don’t even know what marriage means.

I never got over those lips,
Promised myself I would never kiss another.
You promised you would never go I was yours forever.
But a promise is just word to you.

Hidden behind what I mean to you,
nothing but a promise.

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