Since I got really great responds, even if they were off topic, I decided to keep writing poems. [Thanks to the people whom posted!]
A promise is a promise.
As some may say, the moon never rises,
The earth just spins, making it seem like the moon rises,
I don't believe them,
You said you would love me until the moon stopped rising,
Has it stopped rising?
No.....
That just means you are jealous liar,
You saw her and just....... left,
To many times have you walked past me and felt nothing,
When you took me to the most romantic place I could think of,
You broke my heart, and not just that,
You broke the most precious thing in the whole entire world,
A promise.........
Blood rose
I sit here in the dark, staring at this......... gift,
It is tied with a red bow,
Single, like me after this afternoon,
12:00, noon, high sun, liar's sin,
The gift sits high, looking not a day old,
Me? I am more than 5,110 days old,
To old for this beautiful gift, yet to young,
To old for this same game,
To young for a lying heart-break,
I try to get away, but I just can't,
You seem to be everywhere,
And I know why,
This gift in front of me, the same colour,
The same colour......... of my broken heart.........
The blood rose........
