My Promises to My Grave

I opened my heart for her,

She treated it like a playground.

When the game was finally over,

She left without looking back.

I was always a quiet person,

I never open up too many.

I kept my circle small,

Because I never craved attention.

But I let her see the real me,

An unfiltered truth no one else knows.

She wasn't just another face,

I trusted her, because she was rare.

Some of the darkest nights may end,

And the worst days begin to change.

Volcanoes settle, and tsunamis calm,

Yet the pain of her forever grows.

I tried to love her when she was broken,

And I paid the price in tears.

Many would have promised her and failed,

But I'll keep mine, until my grave.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.