Promice Poem by Minnie Gehrig
Promice
Promice now
You will not fall in Love,
dont look at me with enflamed eyes,
or ask where ive been,
Nevermind where i will go
Dont expect late night phone calls
Or long winded explnations,
For my love is as free as the ocean breeze
Pushes against all the limits
and denies Interrogations..
Instead hold me in this one moment,
like it is the last grain of sand
In our short hourglass.
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