The Woven Promise
By birksy
The long promise, I hear it, feel it on my face, but it’s not yet caught, I take my time, choose my words, so I won’t scare you, need you whole, not in sets of pieces. There is a tie, made from silken rope, and on it, sits that promise, from my heart to yours. Do you feel it tugging? Do you want to know it’s there? A silken promise, woven just for you.To My Friend Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 01:05 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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