Everyone young and foolish will dare to promise forever

As if it is in their reach

Till death do us part

Because you think you know someone,

The people you call friends,

The people you like,

The people you love.

And they stay by your side so long your stories weave and intertwine,

Only to see a lose thread and have it all unravel,

To find the real story beneath the glamour

With no stone let unturned, no promise left intact