how beautiful indeed are these new beginnings
the sparkles sewn through "this time i'll succeed"
how pretty are empty promises on post its
and open lies on the dinner table
because we all know my dear, don't we?
how these little lies all go
how little the scrawled napkin vows mean
when played against human nature
whisper through the bangs above you
murmur as the light explodes
baby, it doesn't mean a goddamn thing
when you forget it all by tuesday
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a cheery poem about new years and their empty promises and failed reinventions
resolutions aside, HAPPY NEW YEARS
may your 2018 be better than your 2017
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midnight mumbles • poetry
Poetry𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 i share poetry and poeticisms about the things that mean the world and nothing at all
