65 - Cradle To Grave Poem by nicola burkett

Cradle to grave
Was the pact that we made
To stick it out till the very end
The tears that you cry
I'll promise to dry
Your broken heart i will mend

When we were young
We knew each other
From outside to in
Hard for others to see
Where one ends
And the other one begins

We will always be
By each others side
Just like Thelma and Louise
From cradle to grave
The pact that me made
To ride the sunlit breeze

From dressing up Barbies
To teen slumber paries
We've been through it all
From Wild nights out
To unfaithful men
catching each other when we fall

Cradle to grave
Was the pact that we made
To stick it out till the very end
The tears that i cry
You promised to dry
My broken heart you will mend