Going through the world with feeling that can't be confess,

feelings that have stay hidden because of a promise that i made, 

sorry for not telling you what i felt, but a promise is a promise,

Can't love what i never had, but i can dream that i could change that,

maybe in a future things can change, maybe in a future i can confess.



  • baj-a

    what a haunting scenario you paint with your words. words not spoken because of a promise... beautifully done.

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