A Promise Marks the End

A promise doesn't mean much

When it's broken before dawn

The shell of love leaves me decrepit

I'm afraid I can't hold on

Your words, they have no meaning

As we stand here face to face

I'm tired of this arduous quest

My heart yearns for a resting place.

This drama leaves me standing

In a place that is quite cold

The pressures are demanding

And I am left, withered, smitten, and old.