Promises are meant to be broken

 Promises are meant to be broken

 Within the timeless frame of every breath,

The clock revolves to skip another beat ...

The futile turns to infuriate what to expect?

But the seasonal comes to reciprocate not to really expect , 

A MARVELOUS FACT!!!...

Why people keep on keeping and beholding those things,

That are meant to be left?

Like ,preaching again and again ,the same promises of pointless phase,

That are not meant to kept .

You may say, its my mistake,

I shouldn't expect.

But I have always been like this,

How to change , the pre done mis-hap?

But can't we all be a little more sincere, 

To all the people out there.

Who are fucking so sincere to make this work somehow,

Like if you think you can't, atleast try to understand this now...

You think you have tried your enough,

But some people always try a little more.

Like even if  you  know you are working hard,

There would be someone else in another corner of the world, doing more than you, for sure.

This is the instant stimulation,

That revamp me as person to be a little more giver.

And then when you start giving,

Maybe it becomes a constant habit.

 And then you expect in the timeless frame,

That the person in front of you.

Even gives you his some part the way you want to,

And when they start giving you again and again,your left due.

Then you start expecting even more and more,

But how much would a person be able to give of himself?

When he would be left with nothing else,

But an empty body and soul.

And then in the virtue of consuming him,

You even lost yourself being ahead in just taking.

Cause' now you have forgotten to give ,

and to forgive.

Then you feel bad,

And then you cry.

Wailing out the things,

That he doesn't try.

But how can you be so sure?

And How can he be so capable to endure?

Of bearing all the shit you split,

And bickering all his wills with your wits. 

Frost come , Heat grow,

Winter bears sleep although.

Vacation comes, vacation goes,

But the habit of complaining comes from you within, although.

Your are never so satisfied with your self,

Or you're always more than half empty dead.

You Keep on questing the bulges of even smoother edges,

Making them rough to even more course.

Relating through your past relationships,

In the reference of receiving some cues.

You would keep drowning yourself, more and more,

And that is the secret of self doubt for sure.

Baseless pointers,

Baseless views,

And 

Baseless is his fucking excuse.

Important opinions,

Important events

And

Important are all your fucking things.

But you guys are two different people,

Disparity could be chaotic.

But vulnerable woes and deep grudges,

Towards broken commitments, should not distant your agreebalesness  into your worn out bulges.

The promises are meant to be kept,

Move with them,not expecting anything in return.

The secret of being Happy,is not " not to  express", dear

But it is ,"not to  Expect and not to interfere."

GOODBYE

Leeza