You are full of false promises,
And I'm full of false hope.
We're both waiting,
For love to turn bitter.
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Short and Bittersweets
RandomShort poems. No more than 8 lines long. Fragments of thought really. Pretty words for the sake of pretty words.
Fake
You are full of false promises,
And I'm full of false hope.
We're both waiting,
For love to turn bitter.
