The snow is piled up, like the problems you left in the cold,
And all you do is sit there, as you continue to grow old,
Doesn't really matter that you listen to what you're told,
Because in the end you broke a promise,But promises are meant to be broken,
Words are meant to be kept when they are spoken,These chewed fingernails are cutting it close,
But sadly you push away things you need the most,
Even as I chase your ghost,
You were never there,All the smiles you tried to hide,
Don't really tell what's on the inside,
Unnoticed
I noticed,But promises are meant to be broken,
Word are meant to be kept when they are spoken,They say it's worth the wait,
But is it worth the weight?
Don't you see?Half-truths in your lies,
Sparkle in your deceiving eyes,
But I didn't realize,You acted like you didn't care,
But when I want to leave you're there,
It's true we want things we don't have,But promises are meant to be broken,
Word are meant to kept when they are spoken,My problems are mine,
No, I'm not fine,
I kept it hidden, and you didn't seem to mindA/N: Yes it's an update, surprised? So am I, this was random, but hey you got an update readers. Still slow going but so far I've just been doing random ones. I'm going to add pictures later to the latest updates.
Until then.~~RDP~~
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoetryThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...