almost almost almostPlease my dear,almost almost almost by idontknow
let's sit and listen
to what could be
what could have been.
If only we were drunk with time.
Then thy ghost could hear
and know my lust for promises,
yet haunt my heart and wonder why
my lips whisper promises.
For silence stopped keeping promises
and secrets can never promise enough
enough for us to be,
what could never be.