(Authors note: poem for poem my friend, and it turned out to be 100 words on the nose, though I was not trying for that.)
He promised me an endless summer,
but all I have is winter, barren and cold
He promised me rainbows and pots of gold,
and all I got was a patch of thorns.
He promised to make me fly, together forever,
my wings are broken beyond repair.
He promised me a dream,
I got the nightmare.
He promised a soul for a soul,
He sent a wraith.
He promised inspiration,
There was only a cloud of confusion.
He promised laughter,
he left tears behind.
He promised me trust,
he lied.
1 comment:
Wow, that was seriously awesome. Your poetry just gets better and better over the years.
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