Petty Promises Poem by Alc Harris

I know you don’t want to hear it
Its late
yes, my tears, to you
Are much out of date
But there are only so many smiles
I can fake
And ways in which my heart
You can break

Its easy for you to pretend
That your heartfelt sorries
Made amends
When the love that I give
Yields and bends
But ultimately me it condemns

So consider the silence
Its mine
Deserving for scores
Of petty crimes
When your promises and dreams
didn’t rhyme
And you fell from the edge
Of that line

Its in my nature to wish you well
As I put you back
To where you once fell...

I only wish id known, back then
That you…
You make your own rain