Could, Would

If I could, I would.
Is that not the promise we make?
One so half hearted, one so easy to break.

We adorn the hearts of others with hope of love,
A fashion that comes and goes like a winters glove.

Under a clear sky, at noon,
We speak of capturing the stars and moon,
Strange is it not the lies we speak thinking we won't be caught,
But after tasting betrayal, what else is there to be fought?