broken promise

he lowered down upon one knee

bestowed a precious gift to me

sprinkles of silver, glints of gold

oh what does the future hold?

//

blinded by the glow ahead

of holding hands and baking bread

of roses underneath a storm,

chains of some sort taking form

of waking slowly warm and snug

oh how it's a potent drug

//

so when it's gone what can I do

but rip my insides out for you

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