What is a promise?

It's the meeting of brown and blue eyes,

and long dedicated eye contact.

It's strong masculine hands,

holding the soft and weak,

cradling trusting fragility and vulnerability.

It's a moment of poetry,

spilling from a hopefully honest boy's lips,

filling the air with nothing more than noise.

What is a lie?

It's a bullet racing through his mind,

shot at her without her realizing the damage done.

It's simple charm delivered with grace and ease.

It's oh so convincing,

and disgustingly slick.

It's a moment of poetry,

spilling from a hopefully honest boy's lips,

filling the air with nothing more than noise.

So what is a promise?

What is a lie?

Isn't it obvious?

A promise is a moment of poetry,

a lie spills from a hopefully honest boy's lips,

They fill the air with nothing more than noise.

Nothing more than noise.

Can't you see?

A promise is a lie.