Promises...

I've cried for much to long. I guess I should have known that promises were always meant to be broken. Like some kind of un. spoken rule. But I held onto the hope that maybe just maybe some promises could be kept if they were worth keeping. I thought I was worth keeping. But I became a woman unkept. So I guess, promises kissed from sweet bitter lips are like secrets that dance in the wind. Hard to hold onto. And I know now, that it's not easy loving regardless of what love songs tell you. So, I'll just ease myself down and listen to the blues that...I should have known better. Not everything is as sweet as milk and honey. And Sometimes we are left to taste the bitterness that has lingered from pinky promises whispered in the wind. 


Xoxo