Promise
This heart in my handsI know not from
which it came
still it opens my gate...
of memories
knowing of a long lost...
...was it love
I only hope it was
for it haunts me
and it seems
to be staring at me
knowing, and mocking
why can't I forget
I make a promise
and I intend to
keep it
a promise
to myself
I will not
let this
heart
be my own
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