Anthony Cockroft

Promises, by Anthony Cockroft

I ain’t ever broke a promise
And I never will
I said that I was
And I’m still is

A man of my every word
its truly the only thing I own
Dying will be the only thing to break my promise
that’s only because I can no longer carry on

Love have just become love with you
if wondering “why”/there’s no reason
Spring sprung life/summer we bloom
Fall & winter I was there in those seasons

From the words that’s put together
many don’t know the value they hold
Its either going to make one happy or sad
Which comes from the vision them words sold

I ain’t ever broke a promise
And I never will
I said that I was
And I’m still is

Promises

Anthony Cockroft #469497 (jpay. com/Ohio)
P.O. Box 120
Lebanon, Ohio 45036

Categories: Anthony Cockroft, poems

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