When I Break a Promise

When I break a promise, how can I complain?
When one turns around, and does just the same.

When I say something, what does it mean?
Are my intentions as clear as they seem?

I’d like to be honest, noble — sincere.
Yet balk at the prospect of facing the fear.

Hurting your feelings would bring me no glee.
Hoping you pick up the signals I leave.

Am I a coward? Meek and so mild.
Not like I’m protecting — the heart of a child.

Let me be pellucid, by virtue’s decree.
The one I’m protecting, is not you, it’s me.

Papa — linktr.ee/papajams

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This post was previously published on medium.com.

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