Cherry Blossom Promises
Promises are fake
They exist to reassure
But aren’t ever real
They are there to lie
They are there to be broken
So why make them?
If you are only going to break them
Not even a carving can make it real
Not even papers signed can make it real
Not even family can make it real
Not even friends can make it real
Not even blood can make it real
They are created
But never kept
They are made
But then broken
So why make them?
If you are just going to break them
Under a cherry blossom tree
Is my promise
No not my promise
Our promise
And yet you broke it
In that one place
You made a promise
No
We made a promise
A pact
Carved in the tree
With an old knife
A pact
Made by blood
And yet you didn’t keep it
So why’d you make it?
If you weren’t going to keep it
Promises aren’t real
They are fake
Under a cherry blossom tree
Lies our promise
One you didn’t keep
One that I plan to keep
Under a cherry blossom tree
Is my promise
Under a cherry blossom tree
Lies my heart
Under a cherry blossom tree
Lies my trust
Under a cherry blossom tree
Lies my dead body
Why’d you make a promise?
When you were just going to break it
Why’d you say you would protect me?
When you killed me
Under a cherry blossom tree
Lies your broken promise
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