Sweet Hermione




4th poem

When I thought about myself, the first thing I thought about were promises. The thousand promises I make each day, and even more the promises I break the same day. 

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Broken 

I sit and stare at the broken memories 
For years I believed them to be locked 
Save inside my head where no one comes 
But now they are on the table, forcing me to see 

Again I promises myself I will get better 
I will get out of all these lies and live 
Tomorrow, my new life will start 
And tomorrow, all the broken memories will be fixed 

Today will be the last day that I cry 
I won’t return to you tomorrow morning 
But when I’m leaving tonight you’ll beg me to return 
And again the broken promises remain forgotten


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