I've come to realize that empty promises,
are not so empty.
For they are filled with daggers.
That will stab your fragile little heart once the promise reveals its self to you.
They are filled with manipulation and fake love.
That will play with your brain until you're ready to forfeit.
See empty promises are far from empty.
For they are filled with pain.
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Thinking
PoetryI am a ball of different thoughts. Positive, Negative. Here is where I'll dump them. Whatever I'm going through is what I'll be writing so there may be periods of poems just about a certain topic, I apologize.
