It's been eight weeks
You made so many promises to me
It's been 56 days
Of silence
56 days of broken words
Empty tales
Lies
Lies that had me weeping on the floor
I will not beg at your door again
You will not see me cry
You won't see me ever again
YOU ARE READING
A Tale of 8 weeks and a Birthday Cake
PoetryI arrived early. You arrived late. . . . . This is for him if he ever was to see this you broke all your promises to me thank you for my gift this is my gift back to you
