I no longer break promises,
Maybe all this time I never did,
I grow fond of broken pieces,
Maybe this time there's no guilt.
I no longer break promises,
I only make those I can't keep,
Maybe it's better, for verses,
If I say I failed the ones I keep.
Yes, I no longer break them,
All I did yet was fail them,
One moment I let my words win,
And the very next, I'm failing.
Old school, old fashioned, old,
Morales and pillars I uphold,
A promised land of priorities,
Trust, betrayal over other entities.
Still, I take seconds to make one,
I spend hours sticking to it,
Faster than how these waters run,
I fail, I did what seemed fit.
Like I once did, over and again,
Right from the start, gifts of pain,
Slain thoughts dancing shapes,
Rotting behind white drapes.
In that clarity, my eyes are open,
To the clouds not lined by silver,
Certain disparity, certainties to pen,
To revitalize a brain feeding fever.
Maybe this time I'm going cold,
Numb for the rumours to my name,
The ones I kept in a stronghold,
Maybe I'll win this wordgame.
Of the narrow lines I lose control,
Of the crossroads I'd never cross,
I no longer break promises I make,
I used up all my words till I break.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoesíaEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
