You made promises you couldn’t keep,
so why do you feel you have the right to refer to me as someone you loved?
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Hope’s Lullaby
To you I present my hands,
hands to hold you when you tear,
hands to fight for you when their armies come
and hands to carry you when you fall.
To you I extend my hands
hands for comfort
hands for shelter when the storms arrive,
and hands to cover your ears when they talk.
Heartbeat
In your heartbeat,
I hear promises
and not false prophesies,
and that is where I will reside
till the rhythm stops and death claims my last breath.
