I promised you this
I promised you that
To fly like a bird
Not flee like a bat
I promised you exercise
In truth not lies
With every day that dies
You’ll be above the cries
I gave you this
I gave you that
You had the best of me
I had the best, flat
Somehow promises seem
To melt in the pot of a dream
Somehow waking up deems
That we suppress or let out steam
You waited for this
You waited for that
When it all happened
We had none of that
Birds as old still fly
Bats as old still flee
Older, who are you or I?
Older, who are we?
We saw this light
We saw that dark
We made or braved the fight
Do we have a stop to disembark?
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Yes, relationships are dynamic and often mysterious. Thank you for sharing.