A flower is an empty promise.
In the beginning,
It's beautiful.
It's alive.
It's full of life.
But as time goes on,
It starts to wilt.
It starts to die.
It starts to lose its color.
Eventually you throw it away.
There's no point in keeping a dead flower
Just as there is no point in believing empty promises.
Words are just words.
It's not until you put actions behind them
That the words may become real.
If you say something,
But don't mean it,
It simply doesn't count.
Eventually you stop believing words.
There's no point in listening to lies.
Just as there is no point in listening to them
When they only want to make you cry.
~a.k.
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Polaroid Poems
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