These promises we make
Can we really keep them all?
These spoken words
Only soothe those we love.
These words are just that.
Empty verbs and meaningless nouns.
Why must we feel obligated
To soothe those we love?
Feelings thrown in the air.
Do we let them fall?
It is troublesome to catch objects
That we can never see.
A promise is a promise.
Without action it is only sound.
Why fulfill something
That we can never see?
Promises are words.
They can be nothing more.
Now tell me,
How many have you worked toward?
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