Promises Poem by Madrason .
Promises
Prometheus, Prometheus
a gentleman am I
I think about the good things
control myself and try.
Prometheus, Prometheus
almost a half slain
for my eyes are eating
desires in my brain.
Prometheus, Prometheus
my heart is like a pool
and with my bush on fire
I'm nothing but a fool.
Madrason 17 sept 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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4/25/2024 1:47:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Promises are the special things in heart's beat. Nice poem.