A personal experience that happned to me, just kind of came to my mind…so I wrote this poem about it.

A memory of a love that I lost, eighteen months of my life gone…it’s been nearly five months since it was all lost to me :’(

Your empty promises are worthless.

The promises that was given to me… maybe you’ve felt the same.

A moving poem about a man’s long desire for a kiss from his girl.

Love: Sometimes you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, and other times you never get to have it at all.

Flowers and spring poetically.

Basically, someone who was my friend promised me he would never smoke pot. He broke the promise and expected me to live with it and forgive him. No one breaks promises to me and gets let back in. Anyways, relate and enjoy!

Do you ever stop and think about that promise in life that you had to break? Oh the irony of doing the right thing, yet dealing with your broken promise.

Promises should be kept.