You promised me love
Always us against the world
Hands interlaced
You promised me a future
A white picket fence lined with daisies
Curtains open allowing in sunshine
You promised me truth
Truth is your promises shattered on the floor
Not able to last the night
You promised me the end
The end is near dear
There is nothing to do but stand in shock
You promised me love
The door swings forever shut
Love means nothing to someone who lies to themselves
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Author:
AwkwardDebaterGirl (
Offline) - Published: June 25th, 2016 08:12
- Category: Sad
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HI ADG ~ Thanks for another very elegant poem. All Men are good at making promises only a few (like me !) actually fulfil them ! Love the structure of your poem neat triplets each one heralding a new promise ! Love ~ Future ~ Truth ~ the End ~ and finally love again. Your final line is very cutting "Love means nothing to someone who lies to themselves" OUCH ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN
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