Day Five

Yesterday was terrible, beautiful, much needed, 
don't know one word to explain ahead
but it certainly quenched me to extent 
that of thirst I won't be dead.

I know it's unfair for a man of uncertainty to ask,
a promise of tomorrow, or even next breath,
but he still does, for love make you do,
things you thought you will never do

And trust me no promise such man hold as chain,
for to beholder only it causes more pain,
than to the beloved for what binds,
binds the stories on both the ends.