she left the roses on sidewalk
with card sticking out, read
' have a nice trip my love'
she couldn't just forget it
she place so someone see
only her knows what could be
she wrap her head with scarp
put on a sunglasses so dark
plug-in her ears to her ipod
and dream of new world
ready to take her right up
how could she be wrong
yes, i'm thinking about that
another promise, a start
spring from mountainside
dripping to gorges below
to journey down river, it go
chance, can't promise you
Manonton Dalan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/031010-chance-i-can-t-promise-you/
