Promises


All those words
Echoed in my mind,
Creating trails of
Sweet promises
Making me blind.

Still it’s hard to believe
How frail the glass is
For it to break
Just from a mere tremor
Of a night’s ache

Such a shame
What a waste
Who’s to blame
For these insipid tastes,

Now those words
That have been said
Are now only waiting
to be betrayed.

Though the nature of promises
Remain immune to changes,

A shattered trust
Is never the same,

Ever again.


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