A thousand

A thousand little poems written on rose petals,
A thousand little hopes and dreams scribbled in blood,
A thousand promises of tomorrow, of never, of forever,
All words I promised I would keep.

A thousand rain drops on the pages,
A thousand shards of ice cold ice
A thousand empty promises
An always empty broken glass.

A thousand moans and sighs in the darkness,

A thousand bruised pieces of my skin,

A thousand threats of pain and pleasure

And always idle threats pulling me in.

A thousand words erased from my pages,

A thousand pages full of worry and tears,

A thousand new beginnings by your side

And all is well in our corner of the universe.