
Yesterday, I made a promise,
And today it won’t come true.
Why does it always work this way,
When it comes to you!
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I realize these things take time,
But my patience is at an end.
How can I fulfill the promise
When I never did begin?
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Tides, they don’t procrastinate.
When the ebb is spent they flow.
The proffered words that left my mouth
Had but one way to go.
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Please, won’t you forgive this fool,
He didn’t mean to lie?
Caught up in the yesterday
While time keeps creeping by.
Oh gosh this is sad! But some days are like this. 🙂 🙏🏻
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Oh, it’s not about me… It’s just my muse!
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Well then give your muse a hug from me 🤗. But seriously-this captures the idea of remorse from breaking promises really well.
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Will do, and thank you so much!
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A heartfelt poem, Kevin!
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Thank you, Winnie! Muses… What are you gonna do?
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You’re welcome, Kevin!
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I hate when these things happen – makes me feel like a liar AND a failure at the same time!
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Well, it was my muse, not me! 😳
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Oh, your poem truly and beautifully expresses the sorrow for lost moments and opportunities that so many of us can truly relate to. ❤️
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Thank you, Jenna! That’s so sweet to say! :-)))
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My pleasure, you’re very welcome!😊
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Kevin, your poem truly and beautifully expresses the sorrow of lost moments and time so many of us deeply relate to.
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