Promises Poems Novels & Stories

“‘DARK SKY’, the poem behind this painting I made just for you, which means a sad goodbye of never.” Woke up at another time, yet the recent reality of my life where Mike ends up leaving me behind without telling me why. And by which I am recalling the past that he is will me and that he is saying all of those promises that I am still holding on and tight. It then echoes, with the words. “Tsk! Promises are not meant to be broken. It is meant to be fulfilled.”

Not a greeting. A promise.

For as long you'll have me, then I'd like to have you as well goes unspoken; in any way you'll let me, in any way I can. A lot of things went unspoken between them but for once, for once Proserpina feels like they have reached the same page. But at their core, isn't that what makes a promise? Promises are an agreement founded in mutual trust and even if they are felt, they will always be the words that linger in our minds, in our hearts; promises will always be the words that remain unsaid. And while this promise may or may not be worth it (this was for her to judge for many years to come), she dares to hope that it will be one he or she won't come to regret.

Sanskar stared at her in complete silence while she was busy working. If he was the fire, then she was his water. If he was the devil, then she was his angel. If he was an addict, then she was his drug. If he was the beast, then she was his beauty. If he was the sky, then she was his moon. She was only his—Sanskar's Swara. Her beauty was successful in mesmerizing him. He just wanted to touch her, kiss her and claim her as his. But he knew this moment was far from the right time.

Third time making these promises. Final time needing to. Forever time keeping them. Together.

It was a promise. *_*

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

She is still a kid, so she definitely does not know anything about life. "Daddy always gets us something whenever he promises us... Uncle Max always does whatever he promised us to do, and the ones he never promised us, he never did them. So, I think promise is a strong thing that validates things," She shrugs, and I slowly nod my head. "So, do you mean your daddy never goes back on his words?" I ask her for some reason I do not understand. "Yes... He has never gone back on his words," She replies to me, and I nod my head. I don't know why I'm suddenly scared, but something keeps telling me that something is wrong somewhere, although I can't picture what exactly it is.

He was not sure what he wanted from her. He was obviously excited by her fear, yet bothered by it. “Who marries just because of a childhood promise. Why is mine coming to hunt? I also promised to give my childhood neighbor four children, is he also going to pop out?” she blurted and his cold gaze swept over her. “Your mouth is really quick, isn’t it? It moves before your brain can keep up,” he said. “I’m sorry,” she lowered her head. “I won’t kill you? At least not to keep my secret,” he said in frustration.

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.