Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Drawer of Broken Promises

Drawer of broken promises, I

Keep way up high in my chest so

Not too close to my heart is why.

And hope my heart will never know.

Each broken promise I stuff in

This drawer of mine and slam it tight.

If kept open too long, this bin

Is certainly prone to ignite,

And find a fiery woe to spread

Throughout causing me undue pain.

Each broken promise should instead

Be hid in this drawer to remain.

Broken promise does always start

Beginning of a broken heart.