I was a child, and she was too
I spoke as a child,
but she had the mind of a grown up.
I promised many things,
so many things I swore to do,
she promised a lot of things too
a lot of things she shared with me
she told me all her little secrets,
like I was her favourite diary.
but I forgot-
all my promises,
burying them in the castle made of sand
and I left.
Hers, she carved on a tree like tattoos
always there for the world to see
she didn't forget.
© damithemessenger