A poem about someone that may have been made a promise before and found themselves the subject of a fals pretence for sometime.
Thou shalt not hurt you-
Words thy ears were spoken.
Thou vowed thus spoke true,
twas trust. Trust that has broken.
Broken into pieces,
thee fingers shalt not move
from thy creases.
Before, thou would have placed in a booth,
but now all to feel
is sick. Thy shalt not shed a tear,
to show weakness?
Is that what thee wants to hear.
Thy shalt not hand in victory,
thy will be stronger
than thee.
Thee coward of he!
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