The Promise

by janet   Aug 11, 2006


You and me made so many promises to each other,
which we said we'd do,
and i know i told you,
that if anything happened to you,
that it was gonna happen to me too,
like if you died, i died with you,
so i keep asking myself,
what am i still doing here,
ain't i suppose to die with you,
since you did,
dont think i forgot,
cause that was the first thing that popped in my head,
the day you had the accident,
i just didn't see any point in being here,
if you weren't gonna be here with me,
and the day i told you this,
you said you weren't gonna let me hurt myself,
that you'd have someone stop me,
and i dont know if thats true or not,
but for some reason im still here,
thinking of what i should do

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