Promise me you’ll never settle,

and then proceed to promise again

until the words are ingrained

in your tired brain,

and the truth is no longer pretend.

-accept yourself as you belong to yourself.

grand cityscapes, that

are not our own.

wipe our canvas clean,

soon street maps and ticket subs

contour the scene.

woven together, an existence of

rainy days and coffee beans.

sundays spent sipping dreams

we vow to chase until

our worn out soles

find their resting place.