It was always painted
As a dark, cruel thing
An iron knife
S L I C I N G
Through a place
Of sugar and spice
I was exposed to tales of
Horror and grief
How they would move on
When they tasted the
S W E E T N E S S
But with you, it wasn't
Blood and gore
Or a ripping of
The soul of youth
It was a sunset of
C O L O R
A peaceful transition
An unspoken oath
Of promise and
Fidelity.
~please keep your promise.