You said the words,
And I, too eager to believe,
Clung to them like lifelines,
A fool seeking comfort
In the softness of your promises.
They wrapped around me,
Threads of hope,
Too thin to hold the weight of trust,
Too fragile for the truth.
A promise is a comfort to a fool,
And I wore your words like armor,
Blind to the cracks forming beneath,
Blind to the emptiness you left behind.
Each promise a stone,
Placed carefully, deliberately,
Building walls that never stood,
Only to fall when the winds came.
Now, in the silence,
Your promises echo,
Unfulfilled, forgotten,
While I stand amidst the rubble,
No longer seeking comfort,
No longer a fool.
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My Songs of Poetry
PoetryThis poetry book is a heartfelt exploration of the human experience, delving into themes of love, loss, resilience, and self-discovery. Through evocative imagery and poignant language, the poems capture the complexities of emotions, inviting readers...
