Dealing with broken promises.

How or why would you make so many promises to me

When you knew you only wanted to be free

To do whatever you wanted to do

Not caring about the pain that it would put me through

Leaving me with empty promises and words in vain

Days turned into nights and tears remained

While you continued to do as you pleased

In your make believe world that is only superficially free

Maybe just maybe someday you will prove your words true

Until then I’ll continue to be

Haunted by the memory of you

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  • Kristie Claar on Sep 27, 2011

    I can definitely relate, good work.

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