you, me & everything in between. // you make the city feel like home. // what is there, then, if not us. // so many words, so little time. // every second a moment of painstaking brilliance. // but how far can we really travel without these stars to guide us home? // if only we could write the words, perhaps our hearts would follow. // the elementary truths, contained within a tiny, almost imperceptible vessel called existence
O we promise pretty things & we pledge with diamond rings;
we profess undying love.
But does our word hold any weight, when we reserve the right to break
any vow that draws our blood?
(Thrice - “Promises”)