A Promise...
A promise.. A promise is a red red rose A hope held tight within it’s folds A winding river throughout our souls A tide pounding upon the shore An anchor on the ocean floor A promise is a red red rose A tingling from our head to toes A hook which snags our very nose A note tacked to the bathroom door A pang which makes the lion roar A promise is a red red rose With petals as soft as morning light Which cling together in the night Cemented by words once spoken Which bleed dark red blood when broken Upon a stem of sharpened thorns Christopher Cole www.thecloserssong.com Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 06:46 AM PST 0 • 1
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"A promise....."