They promised to stay.

 

They promised to stay

Nature is amazing, it's benefits finite

Nature provides the hills, it's use your perception

The hill is perfect, a good spot to feel the rays of the sun on my skin

The hill is perfect, a nice spot to give my problems a spin

Flashbacks of how they promised on the alter, memories of how they were happy saying "yes I do"

My 'beggeters' have slipped, they have left me in the cold; 

I wear a green sweater; one which hides tears; one that chokes so bad

My only hope the book be revised, my only hope the dark pages be plucked 

But until then, I'll read the dark pages of this book; a book may hands are not strong enough to rewrite...

© amimoh