Poem 3

I do not care


I always thought that love is a beautiful thing

I always thought that love is something one would sing

I always thought that love is the hope and trust bind together

One, two, three, i gave in to love, trust and hope

but before long i was slayed

Even now the wounds have healed, still there is a cut beneath my shield

The thing i most dreaded have come again

A Shadow dark within the path

Will it ever escape my truly past?

Could someone see me and see what i have done?

I have changed and still you cannot see

I thought you might be different

Where is that promise that you said you will keep?

Am i just a man that you see that you could bend?

Am i just a man that you see as a pawn to play?

Well we are in a different game

I hope you have the best in luck, but you promised

You promised

You Promised

You Promised...

As long that promised is kept, i do not care whether if you want to disintegrate

in any way, it is not my problem anymore