A sworn promise, loiters beside my heart;
secret guarded, carries a heavy toll.
If truth released, will our love tear apart;
or question motives, for this guilty role?
Secret lips, not a single word should pass;
yet lies lurk, in grey matters of my mind.
No certainty, to free this thought at last;
withheld, surely erodes my mind in time.
Why not, can’t such a burden soon be sold;
should pity be endorsed, or guilt suffice?
Old promise so strong, hath no story told;
truth be it now, my final sacrifice…
-Discourse humble, truth beguiles freedom;
fool regains faith, be gone lying Demon.