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My Promise to You
I promise to build a home with you. I promise to buy enough cute cushions that it looks like our home, but not so many that you can't sit down. I promise I will always have a blanket to wrap you in when you need it. I promise to hold your hand when I force you to watch horror films, even when you swear you just don't like them because of the cheap script writing. I promise to never lose my temper with you when things get rough - it's me and you against the problem, not me and you against each other. I promise to only ever buy ice cream that we both like (or just two pints of ice cream).I promise to take you to so many new places. I promise to stroke so many new animals with you. I promise to try so many new things with you. I promise to try SO MUCH new food with you (as long as you can occasionally put up with me moaning about feeling fat afterwards). I promise to kiss every cut and bruise the world gives you. I promise that my shoulder will always be there to cry on. I promise that my heart will always light up when I see your face again. I promise to always own up to my mistakes. I promise to be patient, because sometimes things take time. I promise to show you off whenever I can, even when you aren't around to see it. I promise to never let your birthday go uncelebrated. I promise that your compliments are the kindest words I ever have and ever will hear. I promise to kiss you every night before we go to sleep. I promise to kiss you every morning when we wake up. I promise to treat you as often as I can. I promise to keep a tidy home, even if my current bedroom says otherwise. I promise to stay on my side of the bed when my body feels like an actual furnace. I promise to always keep southern comfort in stock. I promise to make you smile every little moment that I can. I promise that when it feels like you are completely alone, you will always have me fighting your corner.
By Tabitha Rose8 years ago in Poets
My Everlasting Memories of You (Pt. 2)
I took my tongue ring out, and put it on the headboard of my bed, while you put on the black light. As we lie in the dark, purple ambiance, the empty nothing, become something; and the vibrations in the atmosphere start to shift.
By Amy Reincarnated8 years ago in Poets
