He sharpened his tongue before he came <br />I had ears shielded with understanding <br />Innocently I had follied, too horizontal <br /> He was vertically vexed <br />I was rehearsed, tail tucked, eyes downcast <br />He was ready to prompt me, with poignant pauses <br />I knew my lines and I meant to mean every word <br />I cannot act to save my life <br />When it was done I let him own his smugness <br />And I made promises I would try and keep. <br /> <br /> <br /><br />Stevie Taite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/promises-101/
