Those words seem dear and precious at the time,
Enough just a line of speech with a sweet crime.
Day's, month's and years pass and they end today,
The words spoken always claim forever you say.
The heart beats true and the love felt so strong,
Time passes and the words still remain, so long.
Ships passing attract the attention for a new breath,
Although chances will be just another word death.
I often wonder what the point of saying you promise,
When we both know that the words spoke you'll end us.
So why tell me you promise our love will never end,
When we both know words are just words to spend.