she left the roses on sidewalk <br />with card sticking out, read <br />' have a nice trip my love' <br />she couldn't just forget it <br />she place so someone see <br />only her knows what could be <br /> <br />she wrap her head with scarp <br />put on a sunglasses so dark <br />plug-in her ears to her ipod <br />and dream of new world <br />ready to take her right up <br />how could she be wrong <br /> <br />yes, i'm thinking about that <br />another promise, a start <br />spring from mountainside <br />dripping to gorges below <br />to journey down river, it go <br />chance, can't promise you<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/031010-chance-i-can-t-promise-you/
