Promises
Harrowman
Promise me you won’t get angry
I dug into your past once more
The skeletons they danced around me
Plucking petalled lies to the floor
The devil he is in your detail
Biding time he shuffles out the cards
The pack is split with hurt and anger
A blazing note embedded on your door
Promises they don’t die easy
The rumour mill it grinds for you now
A ready meal, a book, a movie
An emptiness that keeps creeping round