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he is the only promise never broken
the day i looked into him
i knew
he would be the only promise never broken
i saw with the light he carried in the blue ice of his stare
i knew
with the touch the immediacy of his grasp
as i clasp my arms around my knees
on the seat next to him
i could see
he was looking for something that
something that just wasnt me
but i let the moment be
so quick from the step in the door
to the wrap of his arms
dinner and disccussion
the percussion of his speech
pulled at me
i dont tell them things
not so personal not so early
and it all spilled
on paper
into his hand
the poetry he wrote
the poetry i wrote
we lived
for about a month and a half
a quiet ride down an empty drive
partially real
wholely alive
the secrets i told him
the scars that i showed him
with his arms around me i finally was allowed to cry
i could feel him cry with me
in him he saw something in me
something that just wasnt me
his japanimation
my history channel
his catholisism
my assembly of god
a passion made from clashing auras
as quick as it came it went
i made him go
i forced him out
dont quite know
what i was thinking about
we came so close to coming back again
but down to wire
i didnt choose him
my mistake
and he knew it was mine to make
he understood the whys
of the decisions i made
never judged just stood by
a friend in wait
it was a month and a half
of sap and magic
turned to a year and a half
of faded attraction
not in love
maybe it never was
maybe it was
he was the promise never broken
the prayer perfect in answer
not quite the way imagined
slightly offset of the dream
not wrapped in passionate steam
not followed in white gliding strides
the prayer of
never let him go
the promise of
hell never leave
stays true
though not how i believed it would be
i found verilily as he swore to see
he remains the promise never broken
the day i looked into him
i knew
he would be the only promise never broken
i saw with the light he carried in the blue ice of his stare
i knew
with the touch the immediacy of his grasp
as i clasp my arms around my knees
on the seat next to him
i could see
he was looking for something that
something that just wasnt me
but i let the moment be
so quick from the step in the door
to the wrap of his arms
dinner and disccussion
the percussion of his speech
pulled at me
i dont tell them things
not so personal not so early
and it all spilled
on paper
into his hand
the poetry he wrote
the poetry i wrote
we lived
for about a month and a half
a quiet ride down an empty drive
partially real
wholely alive
the secrets i told him
the scars that i showed him
with his arms around me i finally was allowed to cry
i could feel him cry with me
in him he saw something in me
something that just wasnt me
his japanimation
my history channel
his catholisism
my assembly of god
a passion made from clashing auras
as quick as it came it went
i made him go
i forced him out
dont quite know
what i was thinking about
we came so close to coming back again
but down to wire
i didnt choose him
my mistake
and he knew it was mine to make
he understood the whys
of the decisions i made
never judged just stood by
a friend in wait
it was a month and a half
of sap and magic
turned to a year and a half
of faded attraction
not in love
maybe it never was
maybe it was
he was the promise never broken
the prayer perfect in answer
not quite the way imagined
slightly offset of the dream
not wrapped in passionate steam
not followed in white gliding strides
the prayer of
never let him go
the promise of
hell never leave
stays true
though not how i believed it would be
i found verilily as he swore to see
he remains the promise never broken