Promise (impromptu)

Promise you I could, but this:

I am and will be

Nothing but who I am, Truly

When around you.

That I would make you laugh

As well as make you cry

Brighten up your day at times

Yet att others,Be a cloud

In your blue sky.

That I'll amuse you no end,

Yet frustrate you as well

That I'd love you always,

Yet be a jerk too at times.

That I'll talk to you softly

Calm you,

And help fight off your fears.

Yet also, at times,

I'll be, the reason for your tears.

For I am but me,

But I'll try to grow

Better, each day.

I'll try to make you smile,

Listen to the words you say.

Yet be deaf at times

Be cool and hard,

 like a statue of stone or clay.

But these words I believe

Now come too late.

This is the promise to you

I should have originally made.

For now, you've left,

Disappointed in me.

Perhaps too far away

To clearly see

These words for you

That I spontaneously do write

As I sit up awake

In the middle of the night.

Lost in nostalgia

Remembering Us.

Wishing you could forgive

This clumsy klutz.

 As the title suggests, this was a spontaneous thought that erupted into a poem of sorts, hence it is not planned, not organised, has a strangely varying, inconsistent rhyme scheme and a slightly awkward flow in places, but at least the sentiments are honest.