Breach Of Contract Everyday there are promises to keep We make them to ourselves silently swearing we will be better... try harder... Spoken aloud, they become chains We hold on until September October... November... the shadows following along daylight companions Tethered by verbal contracts vowing to stay We hold on until December January... February... becoming numb to the harsh winter wind We are nothing more than fragile hearts and frozen smiles weeping with dry eyes, screaming into the emptiness We hold on until March It hurts to breathe as we move through each moment with heavy limbs on a slow motion descent to nowhere We held on until April leaving handwritte...
