I could hold your promises against you
Things you said but didn’t do
I could drown you in the lies
Gave you a thousand tries
Take the words and throw them all away.
I don’t care what you have to say.
I’ve lived a life on a broken dream
Trusted those by what they seem
And I was a little naive then
I won’t make that mistake again
Sometimes it’s just easier to pretend
So much easier than trying to defend.
Slap me with your busted word
Won’t believe the things I’ve heard.
Life is stuck on constant repeat
So easy to admit defeat.
And I’m a little older now
I grew up-don't ask me how
And you still won't quit?
Im so fucking sick of it
{{Lies}}
Because nothing is final until it’s written in stone.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Passionate poetry.
To make the reader feel as well as think is a double bonus. There was passion here crafted in fine words.
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Very true. That last line just really made this powerful. I think the rhyme was forced, which kind of undercuts your message, but I do like what you said here. I don't think the rhyme distracts so much that you have to worry about changing anything. Nicely done. Kudos and keep penning!
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