Sad Poem on Promise: The Pending Promise
What’s
Behind My Poem
Imagine you’re being so sick, but you have made a promise to someone
you love. You really want to let the promise turn into something real, but your
body doesn’t let you to. You keep getting weaker.
Your heart is completely broken. You’re obviously sad. This poem is
from a voice of your sadness. Enjoy!
The
Pending Promise
Sad Poem
Today I can’t stand, walk, or even run for you
But I can dream of my better better self
being a blessing sun above the happiness
on the dance floor, swaying romantic moves
Seeing a war
of the legend beauty
with you, the only one I call and call
Heavenly pretty
Today, I still swallow some bitter truth in pills of medicine
my body parts are Amylopectin
on my unreal kingdom chair
But my feed will be the first music on the ground
whenever your heart wishes to turn to me
for the sad or happy
This is my promise to you
That I tried to deliver through the air
But when I request a send
sad sky always tells me to pend
These are my visualized buildings for us
that I tried to declare through sunrise
But each time I ask for a show to you
Some rainy tears also tell me to pend
Can’t I even dream or visualize?
So, I’ll carry my pending promise
on my dying arms
I’ll let the visualizations of a better story
to sleep on each parts of my body
Head, chest, tummy
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