I swore.
I swore on the day that I said forever,
That we would always be together.
I swore to love you all the days of my life,
From then on and ever.
I swore to be your strength,
I swore to let you be my light.
I swore that I would hold on,
Unto whatever you brought forth.
That day when you said you wanted six children,
I swore to bear you four.
I swore to have your back, give my ear and build our path,
I swore I was going to marry you.
Now, I have dreams to follow too.
For it appears only I, swore.
Yes, only you swore.
But that was ’cause I was worn,
Thrown, torn.
Your words cut me,
Slicing my doubts,
Silencing my fears.
I was drawn,
Stun and spurn
By vows so pure and sincere.
Yes, I couldn’t mutter words,
I was dumbfounded.
I actually said I wanted four,
Even before the fore bearing.
I wouldn’t mind any number though,
So far it is more than one.
Yes, only you swore;
Let’s swear it all over again…
Where do you get your words from? How do you manage to make sense in a little amount of time? This is a post itself. Maybe I should put this up. 🙂