A promise is just a word masking the false hope from sentences that come before.
Lies devour the strength that we then abhor
Nothing proves that concept better than time
The only constant in this world of unfaltering rhyme
We then drown in this abyss of forever hatred
When the slumbering routine of happiness is jaded
Awaiting for more detesting than can be devoured
Loosing all love in the things we have empowered
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poetry"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
