Second, third and a hundred chances
Balancing on breaking branches
Another promise to be broken
True words are never spoken
Heart desires are never met
Carrying brick loads of debt
Words are swords,
Fists are aboard,
Cutting up many strings
Showing up plenty stings
Honesty shows all the lies
Life is all but a prize
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'True words are never spoken
Heart desires are never met
Carrying brick loads of debt
Words are swords,'
(deep and a great read
thanks for sharing)
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