If I promise to not call it love. Do you promise to stop asking me to let you go?
...we make promises we think we can keep. We feel like the love we have can last forever; until we realize when the problems come along..things start to change and we think about it differently. The promises crumble, the conversations become short and that love that we felt that could last a lifetime...died in the process.
You're smothering me with ignorance
a mix of deadly silence, broken promises
and lies.
Abandoned and rejected like I don't matter to you
as the words you speak oppose the things you do.
And it hurts like a burning knife in my heart.
there is no space between our hands yet all I feel is emptiness promising touches holding me and whispering I am safe I am allowed to lose control I am allowed to let myself fall
while all I touch are empty hands, fading through my skin, not able to carry a single finger of mine so how can I expect from you to carry my world, while you already gave up on yours?
When did "I love you"s lost their worth? They are no longer a promise of feelings but rather a confirm of enjoyment they are the life we dream of but not the dream we live they are the desire we hope for but not the passion we find they are a lie we replace with the truth but not the truth we see in each other we love to live a lie because it is so much easier then to go outside again and find someone where “I love you” is more than a construct against the loneliness
Your promises sweet like honey touching my lips filling my soul Let’s see How long you can keep your promises of love, respect and security
We said we would fight the distance We said we would never give up We knew it wouldn’t be easy but we hoped for the best We failed and buried our sweetly spoken promises under all the other never forgotten lies. Only left are the memories remembering us painfully what of a sweet life we promised each other
Believe that it's all possible All the dreams And all the wanting All the changes All the promises All the hopes Everything is possible It doesn't depend on the stars Or the lovely words out of someone mound. It depends on you And your actions Because it's your life and your life only
Between promises and lies I found myself lost in your labyrinth of words
You promised me
You would always be there
You are a liar
But I am one too
Because I promised you
The same