Vow of love

The promises you make you’re happy
is like write a oath in the snow,
it melts with the passage of time.

Everything is not rosy,
sometimes you’ll be in the darkness.
The herbs that grows in the summer,
they die in the winter.

The responses you do when you’re angry
it’s like use boiled water as mirror,
it never reflect your true feelings.

When sarcasm dwells in the words
deformed meanings is transmitted,
although it wasn’t your intention
you hurt somebody’s self esteem.

The decisions you make when you’re sad
is like shake a box of memories,
you end shaken up.

The view distorted by the tears
amplifies the sadness,
the thorn in your heart,
you feel it as a knife.