Cope, Trust & Promises
This is my struggle with cope.This is my life story with trust.
To never judge a cover by its book
even if I can't take a quick look.
He promised me. No one promises me anything -
he gave me his word.
He's got a voice that's smooth like honey,
but strong as a full log cabin...
- with grain and bits of sunlight in it.
Listening to a song I shared with some boy that hurt me.
I can't even remember which -
but the memories are weak & the hurt is strong.
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