No Promises

I don’t pledge to manifest you galaxies or ignite you with the butterflies,
But till the time I am breathing, we will truimph in your rock bottoms and highs.


The jewels, the diamonds are something exorbitant to assure,
But I promise to adhere by you in your muddles to get you the cure.

Take my hand, take me with you in your world of delusions,
Don’t bring me back because I’m falling in love with your illusions.

Hence, I want to grow old with you until I get a bald head,
I wish to look in your eyes one last time before I’m declared dead.