Promise

Sometimes it's the glue.

Promise

I can’t promise that it will be perfect,

Or that we’ll be perfect

That we’ll never disagree or need our space.

That we won’t have our bad days

That our dark sides won’t show

But what I can promise is I won’t be like them.

I promise to be there for you—rain or shine

I promise to embrace your flaws, not turn away

I promise to be your confidant and your support

I promise to hold you close to my heart

I promise to pick you up when you’ve fallen

I promise to be your everything.

I promise you my world.

I promise you my heart.

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Colorful Chaotic
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