Promises - Poem by Stevie Taite
He sharpened his tongue before he came
I had ears shielded with understanding
Innocently I had follied, too horizontal
He was vertically vexed
I was rehearsed, tail tucked, eyes downcast
He was ready to prompt me, with poignant pauses
I knew my lines and I meant to mean every word
I cannot act to save my life
When it was done I let him own his smugness
And I made promises I would try and keep.
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