A familliar promise spoken in the peaceful atmosphere of the night, The desire of expectation of the truth, Even though it is terrifying, as it can change all plans and wishes, Most of the time for the worst, Caught in a curse.
A fly trapped in a spiders web, Bittersweet thoughts start entering the head.
Deprived of anymore respect, Emotionless of any needs, Wanting to take that step back, Yet knowing that it is too late. No more of those exciting dates. It's all gone, just because of that bittersweet promise!
No-one can hide from this, It creeps up on everyone eventually, Like a sweet summer's cold, Warm on the outside, yet cold on the in. However you always get taken in, and actually beleive for a while, That three worded bittersweet promise, 'I love you'
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