Wednesday, 24 October 2012

A promise

A love that won't die,
A lean-to or crutch,
A kiss on broken brows,
A lingering, soft touch.

The prophecy of complex life,
A promise of love.
To live, to breathe, to laugh.
A mouth, set to curve.

Hands, holding; hair, blowing
Tears wiped away.
A promise that won't break.
You'll soon be okay.

Your life is broken,
your soul, contrite;
But if I'm with you,
then everything's alright.

We can run away, live forever,
Finally, be happy.
Create lives that we want,
Dreams that come true.

Although I can't promise that
things won't be broken
But I swear that I will never leave.


  1. This is beautiful. I really really love this poem a lot! *hugs*

  2. This is beautiful and bittersweet. I love it! *hugs BB tightly* It's wonderful to read a Tessa poem again. :D