Promises are lies
They're never guaranteed
Because
Promises are never... promised.
But somehow, we still choose to believe in them
Because it's the only thing we can hold onto
That gives us a small ray of hope
That promises made
Will be promises kept.

she was once filled with
life,
fruit,
purity,
strength,
confidence,
like a summer leaf.

but

then autumn came, and storms began to come and form into her mind,
the nights became colder,
just like her heart.
and just like that,
she lost everything,
and slowly fell unto the ground
to join the rest of the dead.